one requires ecstatic greco-roman endurance
to withstand your ecstatic ineffability
the moon's aura hypnotises you in the park
it's 10pm and unseasonably mild
we're sharing a bottle of Italian beer
on a metal bench
you turn to me in slow-motion
awakened from our lunar reverie
by the offer of a sweet sip of continental lager
Tuesday 23 August 2016
The Configuration of Melancholy
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