Get Lost

Just got back

From the undying blue

Sand is resting on your breast

I still can smell the salt from my lungs

You have the sun on your face

It shines with its all disdain

Going underwater

Getting rid of  the stubs

Now the moon is on the sphere

Facing with our bed

We can't decide

If we are the ones who light the night

Or it's the moon sparkling at the sky

A soft kiss, a passionate touch

Voices get mixed with the dark

Now

It's the only time we’ve got

We shall cherish the flash

Or we’re gonna be lost in the pash.