Picking up a ray

I picked up a ray today.
It was coming from the wings of a creature,
the sky became painted in pink,
the wind was a rough tender silk.
Your voice resounded from the distance,
It was unspeakable, silent, astonishing.
The taste of the hot sun filled my mouth,
I was feeling the skin, soft, black, unforgettable.
Pushed by frantic air clouds came
All over us.
Rain, cold, thunders.
I could not see anything.
So much of the time I am just lost.
But still, that taste, those eyes, those lips,
they were with me.

And now here again. Together

.Daniele.