Dressed in Foam

I will dress in foam, the foam of kisses, transparent soaps,

breaking waves, and champagne.

I'm going to smell the blue of the sky

and the blue of the sea and the blue of dreams.

I will weave the green of the mountains

and the green of the fig tree and the green of the swamp.

I will add purple from the dusk

and purple from the rain and purple from the grape.

I will wear grass, leaves, buds, and branches on my feet.

I will cover myself with clouds, stardust,

and simple silences.

I will play with restlessness, formlessness, and breath.

I will be one point and all width.

I'll be like that for a moment,

for a crease in the eternities.