your heart is the altar at which i worship.
your kiss is holy wine.
the ocean is our church and the waves are our prayers.
pearls are nothing to the angels which pass overhead. they are no guardian.
pirates steal our souls everyday.
reality is as far away as the sun, the golden coin in the sky.
reality is as far away as the distant and muted sounds which reach our ears;
the ocean will not hear your confessions.
when we sit upon the rocks and lick our lips, they taste of salt and heaven.