It was enough for us to love

It was enough for us to love 

It was enough for us to love. And it was not enough 
the sea. And the body? The body that ensnares? 
The wind like a boat: surfing. 
By the sea. By a river or a vein. 

It was enough for us to stay. And it was not enough 
the sea to want to hurt each idea. 
It was bad enough not to look. Urgent: love. 
And stay. And do a web. 

Breathe. Breathe. Until the sea 
could be love at high tide. 
And enough. It was enough to breathe 

your wet skin mermaid. 
It was enough, yes, fill the air chest. 
Make love to you on the sand.