December passes again in quiet
Fireworks illume the waters
Conversation, liquid conference
Bays of a skyline tourmaline
As you smile in close and lean
Shatters in shards of technicolour
Fingers release, to lace again
A clamorous rain, a starlight plain
The night is soft, is whispers, ears
Black-run through with brilliant dyes
I pocket your brilliant theatre sky,
face up to the many days and years.
Dark
Light
Pocket Jubilee
by Joseph Pfeffer
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