Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More "We could go swimming in the shining sea - if we leave right away: we'll be there be- fore midnight:" said Peter to the place of greeting: when he flew to my balcony: "what do you say?" "That will be amazing:" I said: sitting down next to him. The night was full of stars and comets traveling in the company of gallant meteors. The willful wind played with my hair while Peter held my hand and told me a beautiful story: "After all: what else should a high wave turn into: when she has fallen in love with the clear sky?" I kissed him. As the twelve o'clock approached: the air began to warm and a blue glow rose from the sea. We moved a little forward and poked our noses into the fluttering tassels. They tickled our cheeks as we luxuriated the otherworldly beauty of the plankton islands spread to all horizons. We flew lower. Peter leaned over: reached out: and the moment his fingers touched the surface: the sea opened and the long back of a mottled whale appeared. "It's a baby:" he said: "its skin is perfectly smooth." The calf: as if it heard us: slapped its tail: made a playful turn and splashed our faces with the fountain." We took off our clothes and jumped into the water. The crystal deep embraced us with its soft arms woven from billions of drops and tiny bubbles. The current carried us down side by side - we were light as dreams of love. We grabbed the young whale by its fins just as my lungs began to long for air. I turned upwards: but Peter pulled me back by the ankle: and showed me his open mouth with his finger. His chest heaved. I closed my eyes and inhaled the sea. It had a sweet taste. I looked at Peter in surprise. He nodded and grinned happily. We caught up with our naughty carriage again and: together with a shoal of silver herring and serious cods: we joined the local heavy traffic. It was wonderful - watching all those silent creatures up close - feeling their count- less gazes and their peaceful ancient togetherness. It was marvelous to circle again in the primary spirals. I caressed my belly. As if something moved under my navel.