I listened to your heart. And yet, was it the big systems I feared? I found a line somewhere under my bookcase. I would like to give you all my diamonds. The sand. Behind the diamonds. I drew black squares on your skin to make sure everything was real. Then I saw the third night in the stillness, in the distance. Did you know that? I read random collections of poetry. I listened with my lips, let my lips write faraway countries into your wrists. I sat and listened to the blue, blue sky, the laundry and the pigeons, seagulls, swallows (were they really swallows?). I listened with my lips, let my lips write faraway countries into your wrists. The words, small tops of foam.