I pointed you to a pier where you could dive as I went up to the bar. In the evening we went through the old ritual of drawing hearts in the sand at low tide. Later still we made love accompanied by the song and sting of mosquitoes, your body burnished red-brown by the sun I avoided — arsenal of something or other — my silence perhaps. Homeward bound, we left the neighbour’s pleading dog and the small creatures between the tracks, roared at by their metal gods.


One response to “Holiday

  1. anythingandeverythingblog

    I don’t even like poetry, but your poetry is good.

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