Itanhaém Lagoon's Tides

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This lagoon’s water

Mimics my desire tides

Sometimes calm, sometimes restless,

Now violent, in overflowing fury,

Able to knock down margins and limits,

As blind passion coming from nowhere 

To burn me like fire, 

Without my knowing why.

(But what are whys for,

If lovers never need them?!)

High tide salts my whole body,

Like a lover’s touch right there

Where I like the most

Then water flows back sweet and fresh,

As the river penetrates deep the ocean,

At moments when I plead for love!

Cruel cyclones, strong sea breakers,

They steal sand from my loves' beach,

But only the lagoon homes those fish,

That I always craved to catch.

PS. This poem may be read on author's medium page, too:

https://marcoswagner.medium.com

https://medium.com/lit-up/the-itanha%C3%A9m-lagoon-and-me-c05e3b026715