WARNINGS SHUNNED

I was there

But can’t recall

A blur.

Here you are,

Transparent, coy, unsullied.

Wet towers swaying,

I admire the dirty gulls.

You land

On the top floor,

Move the mirror, ceiling,

Unhinge the doors.

Make no mistake.

Moon resting on a spire,

Limbo persists,

Olive of catharsis

Suspended in a martini,

Leaving me soaked,

Juiceless, waiting

In the terminal,

You above it all.