La Croix-Valmer
We took the Marseilles Road,
sunset streaking the bay,
drank lemon tea
while travelling friends
searched for cheap wine.
We are alone
exploring magnetic boundaries.,
hands stalking
a checkered tablecloth.
That night we translated
Spanish to French
with the prayers of our flesh.
Dawn arrived with gulls
and guilt.
Our shadowed eyes watch
the coach to Perpignan,
as it heads for a border
we have already crossed.
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