Late afternoon has thrown
a shadow over
the harbour
like a net
Again you mutiny
and have a cigarette
Sunlight has
inhaled the clouds
The spray and wind
had made a birds nest
of your hair
You talk
of intellectual love
I place my hand
on your thigh
A ferry approaches
doing its butterfly stroke
A tourist takes
a snapshot
The harbour
is under exposed
unlike
The animated
foreplay
of your eyes
I walk along corridors
overgrown with shadows
before entering
the sun room
Five yellow tempered
flowers
a tea and coffee machine
Sunlight has arranged
itself
in all but
your gaze
The stitches in your arms
are seamless
Unlike the fragments
of sentences
you speak
Your life damaged memories
inhabit
each moment
A nurse pulls
closed a curtain
and sunlight leaves
like an outpatient