Life With Horace

poetry & essays


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Longing for blue

Longing for blue
for the swell of
waves at noon,
wind changing,
light flaking
on their crests.

Lunch at a glass table
over hot flagstones,
flesh still warming,
we rode ice sharp water
round the whirlpool’s
seaweed walls.

Wine in the blood
languid tune in my bones
we sit, shoulders touching,
shaded corners
of a sea green room
calling.

 

 


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