The gondola chains chink chink
with the rising tide
deep throated voices
echo and bounce
down the mist coiling canals
Raspberry golden dust rays
of a slow sunset
split the spaces
of the room
Are you still awake?
I am,
but I pretend
I could close my eyes
forever now
and die here
with you.
First published in The Mozzie Volume16, Issue 6 August 2008
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