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There was no way I could send you a sea-foam rose…
Swallowed by pillowy clouds,
Between two huge silver mirrors,
I dreamt of a bubble bath
Going awry
in your mouth and hands.
Something eternal
Was knitted in wisps of lace:
A snow mermaid
Erupted from a Siberian glacier
Right On the Belgian North Sea.
Slightly too gentle,
The foam was melting away
under one’s firebird glance.
There was no way I couldn’t have left
Blue snowflakes
on your silk-pearl neck!
There was no chance I could have missed
Your soufflé-light kiss,
That you shelved in my lips,
My dear, danseur noble,
My precious sea-foam rose…