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.
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