A hundred years on, I mummify
Under pinetree and cyprest and
Children cloaked in 3D twirling
Unseeable, unfathomable bliss
So I grow older imperceptably
With each further quarter-hour
Drowning in the breathtaking
Fragrancy of pine-sap oozing
From the autumn heat of Lisbon
My sight and my aging trapped in
Hot golden amber
Wish you were here
Your perfect smile
To kiss sense into me
02/10/2016
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