On this, the last of all our nights
I am lost in your good embrace
heat drifts from paving stones
clings to bare calves. carnival lights
flickering fond about your face

buttered caramel of silenced tongues
blends sweet the salt of summer skin
our own island in a moving sea.
the night has just begun
for some; for others here it ends.

your hand tight, tighter still
against a relentless dimming of the day.
who has lived a lover’s adieu
and survived unscathed
this, the last of all our nights.

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