White swirls of aquatic flowers

 White swirls of aquatic flowers. That life is left by the precipice of your skin. Other times, it is the time of your hands. Hands back and forth. Driven by the secret of desires. Its tidal waves sound. Waiting tide. It did not occur to him to be sea. Not the fruit of the air. The trees of the sea. Strange silent birds alighted on them.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypothesis / thesis.