Savouring mulled secrets
under painted promises of undulating
night’s grace and nuanced
dignity softened down
old gold whispers of
water-colour memories made wispy
new, sinking, sinking sun now,
each sip a precursor of exquisite
rest in soft, soft silk robe.
(11 January 2006)
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