A dorsal fin tickles my thigh. A large swordfish glides past, its pale silver underbelly and sloe coloured back fading. I continue swimming across the bay.
A man and woman pick their way across the rocks. Long black hair and a flash of red dress. They reach a clearing. She unbuttons her dress; such bold nakedness. He gazes, she turns to reveal a body carpeted with carnations, tulips and hyacinths, with peacock feathers and acanthus leaves. Hues of Prussian Blue, aquamarine, crimson and magenta. Her skin a canvass for exotic art.
I am in love.