Moonfruit´s dress

White as a piece of moonfruit
head like a fallen apple
and the sea licking my toes

Yes, I´ve got feet down there
not a tail
should I still hesitate to sing
afraid to be a siren
leading sailors astray from
the real lighthouse?

My face in the sand
dark as death?

No, moonfruit is woven of innocence
a child still,
crying for depth

A dress to wear on the inside
where an army of organs
loves for love
on a beat so tranqualizing
the us inside of me

I´m on a boat
on the stream of that blood
marrying life

Don´t catch me
don´t write words
where it´s white

I stood up
I´m digging a hole
for the winter
I am now.