foam

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

- bareheaded I fished along the cliffs –

the sun sprinkled burning needles

into my naked hair –

 

- when the storm has splintered the waves

against the cliffs,

the foam lies rocking

like corks on the water,

like a running girl’s

short warm breath –

 

- bareheaded I fished along the cliffs –

the heavy breasts of the sea

heaved and sank sleepily –

I no longer heard the soft rhythm of the foam,

didn’t see the light foam –

I saw flesh,

I saw white shoulders –

(the sun burned my hair) –

blinding white, rocking backs –

 

- my rough, brown hands

closed themselves around the oars,

I pressed my foot hard against the thwart –

the boat was near the cliffs –