The baltic coast is for lovers

Watched a redhead in a black satin dress. Ariel

on the shore with a little black dog and a

brown-haired boy in tow.

 

So pronounced is my solitude here,

at the seam of two worlds,

where even the bark of the silver

poplars are teeming with life.

 

Remembering the time we made love

between the trees,

the mosquitos just as hungry for naked flesh

as we were.

 

Same coastline,

two years down the line,

waiting,

to find myself

amongst a handful of seashells.

 

Forgot to brush my teeth this morning,

but I washed my hair

with a bar of shampoo in the Baltic Sea.

Taking refuge beneath the shaggy pines,

this girl needs roots.