The Possibility of Travel

We lie here - our bodies quiet in the late night heat Off in the distance a dog barks as it’s master stirs and in the fields the crickets give their last gasps of the day A party lightens up a far away terrace as the wine flows and a secret flirt takes place as a gecko flits across a stucco wall, stops and moves again And in this still heat our bodies merge - become one and we grow together The far off waves of a Mediterranean Sea lap the silken sand As we become one once more

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