By Madison [aka_madison@hotmail.com]
Date: 16 April 2000

on the terrace

I swim beneath warmed water
a shining stealth sea urchin
skimming like a cloud across 

the Monte Carlo moon.
I hold my breath 
below the buoyant liquid glass

so still it does not speak a 
fluid syllable 
not one rush of indigo

not one wavelet moves 
below an evening-tinted sky.
The lights 

across the bay fluttering, mirrored 
up against a hillside lit with sparkling diary eyes 
inattentive keepers of lovers and half-dressed 

liars calling in and sending out like
incandescent signals beaming 
from an airstrip landing.  

Stay here with me, and follow 
the small of my back drunken with tiny freckles 
still moist enough to smudge or smear, dive

into a pool of blue
swim still with me, hush
for we were never far from being alone.







M Madison
16 apr 2000
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