I was counting not long ago
but I think I must have stopped
now
the kisses you leave me are numberless
they float between lip and lip
and without the numbers in my head
Time numbs too
in this pink air so full of Love
pink and blue and scarlet
crimson, it smells of Passion
tastes like berries
and you drag me back to Summer
when i was a Girl
in my stretched shirt
I feel sand between my legs but I can\'t take it out
because my hands hold an ice cream
and the ice cream is melting
in this heat that makes me sweat
and my sweat is like the ice cream
drip dripping
like the tap of our bathtub
that you lifted me from
between sighs
still I drip dripped
but now I have lost count of all the drops
and drown in your berry breath.