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Eleanor's Birthday

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Lips stained a pansy-purple flush
In this heady evening sensation
Of cobbled and candlelit re-acquaintances
(Although
it may just be
The pollen and wine
And the lonely excitement
And the slowing of time).

The dinner guests have a sophisticated gawkiness,
Chiselled and jewel-like,
Standing in my best friend’s back garden
in an air of stilted sadness; a distance
Swells like a lump in the throat
between old friends far removed from myself.

Hunger kneads a bore hole,
Resonates through bone and stiletto
To rest echoing above the water table.
We dismantle dinner in the half light, double time,
The curious white box spouting
piano music
paints a tequila sunrise melody
with skittering notes I have no name for.

Nostrils smart from the acidity of
Slang spoken in plum tongue
When my own cider-accustomed pallet
is reeling from the claret and confusion.

And still the music floats and collides with
The words in my brain I can’t verbalise.
About one of my best mate's birthdays.
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Cuoin's avatar
A wonderfully crafted poem, thank you for it.