Sitting semantic gazes

 You said. Mystery. Now I know you kept the mystery from me. Nobody loses there. It has the now and one. To a point of difference. Sitting looks. Small as water. From the sea. Its movement and wind. Both missing. Of sunsets in the sea. Fixed in its depth. In his body of sea. In his clothing reflection of the earth. Crumbling into grains of sand. In its mysteries. In its sea mysteries. About the random. Of the naked bodies. It smells like her curves. They are falling. Like night dreams. Passed through days From body to body. They remember. How love is written. In the indefiniteness of writing. Who under what is written disappears.