area 11 modern love

Crashing to earth heavy with dreams

caught within your silken underwater hair do

entangled in feral and vital eyes tenderly

were we friends

the canvas is dripping violently colourfull

all the brushes smoked by gangland warriors

did you still photograph a future

or was that just yellowed leaves

floating down in ripples of serendipity

destination of a mountain of love

reduced to the sand slipping

through your laughing fingers…

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