We could not see the Mediterranean
sky from the dive bar off the alley.
A neon-blue sign on the wall flickered
and flowed over us in pulsating waves.
We willingly began to drown, tangled
in the laconic kelp strangling
our naive hearts in a nascent love.
The twins behind the bar laughed
at our tumbling and fumbling;
as, like sea glass on a foreign shore,
we danced in the neon-blue light.
(January 22, 2023)
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