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Beautiful boy

Updated: Aug 14, 2018

I wrote this poem when I was in Provence.



A child climbs a rocky face,

An IPA warms on a Frixprix shelf,

Marseille airport in the twilight hour.


The dark seal skin of a boy hovering over the sea,

The colour of Negroni, ice cubes in light,

Gémnos and Aubagne etched on a google map.


The burst of energy as mass falls through air,

The old-fashioned glass of a Pisco sour,

A boat journey just a few clicks away...


From you, from us

Splash

Cheque mate.


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