Triumphantly, the darkness
burns away what sparse
blue coastal light remains
at ten o'clock.
Deep promises are deftly
uncorked; dreamy trumpet,
faintly sharp, listens
to itself.
Thigh-to-thigh, at the bar,
we imagine their small
smiles of surprise at
being admitted into
our private club.
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
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