Two Islands
we are two islands in a red sea
drifting in circles, in the glow of the sun
drunk on some potion – call it love, or lust
I prefer to see the Universe arranging us to order
swirling in some galactic wine glass
my lipstick on your rim
your fingers on my stem
they said it wouldn’t last
Isabel Doyle
Posted over on her site Written in Exile
Listed as #6 over on Magpie Tales 61
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