In our dreams we went far
in search of landscapes
to trade for the desert inside
We knew no holding on
and no holding up
and sooner or later
we always ended up at the sea
greeted by a strong wind
and a rough coast
a hidden bay, a sunny beach
We took off our clothes
ran barefoot through the sand
into the arms of the sea
We let ourselves be embraced
and weighed and carried out
and let go and grabbed again
and touched all over and held
so tight and finally given back
to the beach
We exposed ourselves
to the sun and the wind
breathing, dancing
satisfied ...
Later we lay in the sand, naked
waiting for dusk, nightfall
a pale moon to announce
the arrival of the animals
They came singly or in packs
We heard their panting before their steps
Not long and their breath touched our skin
then their tongues, never their teeth
They came only for the salt
which they licked greedily off our bodies
Around us and within us
the constant roar of the surf
the ever-present sea
...
At some point the animals left
and moved on
and we had only one last wish:
to wake up not in our beds
but on the same beach
by the same sea
adopted by our fondest dreams
and a pack of wild animals