I am ocean and inlet

you said, your eyes sparkled

like azure coals someone blew on

just your eyes and sea fire

in the arms of July noon

I am cold mistral and hot southern wind

you said and your arms waved

smoothly to pine needles and

broken twigs like inviting them

to your embrace yet he stood motionless

waiting for gifts like the keen unspoken

words in his mind and when you left

the terrace lingering with scent of your sweat

he sank on the chair disappointed