In Passing

Last night the party
and pop-up couples,
new shapes sliding
through music and open doors.
A lovely woman
dressed in silk imaginings,
and ghosts of innuendo
tapping bedroom windows,
gritty creatures washed away
by morning and strong coffee,
reality and sunlight
unfurling over
cackling in darkness.

Copyright  Anne Fraser


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