La Croix Valmer

We took the Marseilles road, a cambered sun streaking the bay with gold threads. We drink lemon tea while lovers and others search for cheap wine. We are alone at last, free to explore our magnetic boundaries; hands stalking hands on a checkered tablecloth. That night we translate the prayers of our flesh, surfing tidal crests. Dawn arrives with gulls and guilt. I catch the bus to Perpignan, head for a border we have already crossed.