Sculptor

We meet again
How long has it been?
Far away and so close
Turquoise
Black sand pouring
Over your hands
Your neck
Your breasts
I kept you awake all night
Talking
One Night
Tiring you
For the day
We said goodbye
I remember
A large book
You sent seeds
And now your voice
Nomad souls
We are
Held back
Is he laughing now?
I want to hold you
In the rainforest
And go somewhere free
We have never been
Before