naxos they gather at the nexus
when the bar
spills them out on the street
of island number two
already it is over
poignant he is smitten and must
let her go off with another
after days of skin her aroma her rose
between two dreams
walking his way
he gestures the acceptance
of femme fatality
he is leaving the next morning
on the ferry (she remaining)
stage one
of the return to berlin
and longs for her
eyes upon the restless
mediterranean where all voyages
are round trips
while she weaves and unweaves
till time moves neither
forward nor back
and his home subtly morphed
under the accumulation
of days
the weight of absence
sex impatience…
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