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

Audio: Read by the author.