There is a full moon: De Bo Rum.
The tide draws us to this place.
This night, the sky is lit by stars:
On this beach, we are lovers.
White waves roll into shore
wash fine sand under our feet
slowly, like an hour glass.
I will not remember the bad things
the rat on the bar room beam
backstreet cheap hotels
the alleys where sailors stumble
piss and puke in the night
the static blare of music.
The exhaust fumes are flown out to sea
On strong winds which
blow and tangle fresh in your hair.
This night is ours. There is only
the distant taste
on your lips.