Like blood

There is a little bit of lie in every happiness
Encapsulated in every dream.
It was like the time when we walked and
laughed and the sun was setting against
the magenta sky.

It must have been the dimmed light of the universe
Clouding my eyes.

Talk to me, you said, and what else
is more fitting to talk about
than ships and sealing wax; cabbages
and kings, while we gently picked up every oyster
to return them to the sea?

You smiled, the night set in, and the carpet of stars
was flung.
They glittered like so many broken glasses.

I wanted that night to leave imprints on my skin.
But the waves must have been trying to
say something when they wiped
our trail away;
Like washing blood from
the war-torn shore.