Drawn behind the immaculate usherette
in rivulets of sensuous theatre carpet,
we climb in the orbit of a blind desire,
open like children, lost in stage dark.

*

‘Deep guitar chords sound the reef
releasing brilliant seagulls squealing
a blood-rage like the thump of sun.
Soft-sanded feet scrape the beach,

and into a delirious ocean copulation
people charge their unclothed bodies
embracing waves hungrily, obliviously,
some daintily, with exquisite delay’

*

At last, the theatre wakes into focus
closing the dream-wall with light returning.
We sit dazed, our land-legs wobbly; some,
firm with purpose, are fleeing for buses.

Outside, the surge of people & cars cries
across our haze with brilliant precision.
We bear fading tickets, folded like a fetus
in our close clasp, drifting absently away.

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