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I called you Melusine
murmured mermaid
in my sleep
my half-sleep
& my sleepless sleep
when you left
I woke & washed
the floor with saffron
[Er Papòn: Lost Love Letters Vol.11]
I check into Terminal 2
convinced that being
hurled across the sky
will somehow
self-metabolise
impending loss
the aircraft basks
in high sun
waxed Icharian
its fuselage
riddled
with light
frameless shards
of glass-split
air supplied
& if it fails
bone masks will drop
from clouds below you
blow into this tube
a light & whistle
will help you capture
souls & stars
I'm glad you trust
the rails again
there's been
so much off-track
upjunctionry of late
do you remember when
we waited for
the Little Green Train?
nibbled roadside scrumped
black-hearted pears
& vaguely alien-scrotal figs
now you mention olives
the fig tree in Valverde
beneath an aching Moon
still bears her nuclear shadow
we were young
& in love
we vaporised the night
Cagliari, 27th September 2017