Bubbles surround my brain,
she’s next to me,
on an island and in the rain.
The wind tries to take my words away,
but it keeps the wine cold,
and my blood untamed.
She wants to construct something brave,
on a beach where the waves,
pause for a longer stay.
Give me dry sand and solid land.
I feel change,
heavier than all the coins,
in my wallet case.