In the crater of an August moon

[Keith]

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My wine glass catches a burnt sky
and pours lilac over pan fried sea bass.
Couples clink and chat laughter
as the lonely ocean plays with silver.

A sturgeon moon scoops waves
high over the last strip of sand
softening shapes hold reflections
of swaying beach front lights.

Scented hands remind me of bracelets,
held in the drift of distant music.
I smile looking down beyond your chair,
until the dry drips of an empty bottle
make me look up.

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My wine glass catches a burnt sky
then pours lilac over pan fried sea bass.
Couples clink and chat laughter
as the lonely ocean plays with silver.

A sturgeon moon scoops waves
high over the last strip of sand
fading colours into reflections
of bleached sun-bathed days.

The heady pull of memory's crush
holds scented hands bound by bracelets,
wrapped in the drift of distant music.

I smile looking down beyond your chair,
until the dry drips of an empty bottle
make me look up.