Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

seven poems

The sun’s drum struck our eyes that the light and the alcohol and the light and the alcohol diminished and the incandescent whites radiated the solstice I was turning twenty years old you had offered me some music I turned it in my hand and the sun

rotated on the metal tip I in the short dress traced

a circle of desire we were sad I believe we had ascended and the crest of the tiles pinched petechiae of light on the skin and you

danced to the sun’s disc and I spied blind-eyed it was hot we

had drunk and were hot I was twenty years old we were the great love.

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