With the heart at low tide
With a heel that breaks
With clumsy gestures
And feelings of my own
With beaches on walks
And clouds of lemonade
Under the lime trees as he said
Arthur Rimbaud, French poet
With passion on the mouth
With our sexes touching
With thrills of mystery
A reunion at the border
With wagons of worry
At the bottom of a lonely station
I asks for forgiveness for writing
An unfinished love song
Not finished