Sal Two

You wonder why I say, when winter leaves, another one’s gone away; make my bath with foam, fulfil gentle needs, our loving isn't done, I want to hold your face, forget the disease, catch horizons on the way, the wind still runs cold, helps me find my feet, it’s a long journey home, through the forays, sudden troubles ease, isn't it funny, each one of my bones, becomes amazingly free, maybe there is a cure, we’ll remember these days, our trips to the sea, the scrimped for holidays, our dance of Thebes?