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Mardi MayTrading LoversWhen we are old, we will sip red wine and talk of the lovers who coloured our lives.
for a shooter with steady hands and a well-oiled gun.
for a cool poet, who seduced with words like fingers stroking.
for the singer, whose words warmed your heart one hot August night.
for a lean-muscled yoga man, who moved the earth with his mind.
a knowing touch in the dark space between streetlights.
save the bold, bright threads of passion to warm our forgetful skin.
First published in The Weighing of the Heart: An Anthology of Emerging West Australian Poets.
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