Snaking the coast

I sit pondering on the edge of the ocean under a black sky. The pregnant pink moon hung calling me like a moth or an urchin. Feet dangling off the cliff, suspended, floating. Cars high beam flash like liquid knifes through the sky, through me as I sit in the ether. The contrast is too perfect and I don't desire to fall, not yet. I hook my feet under the balustrade and continue snaking the coast.
The water watches.

Love Bites 2 - Cherry Lane

You know its good when you remember his face as you leave
From the alcove
Breath
Punters line the street
Released out into the smokey lane
After a night of rock
Hard rock
Smashed guitars
Sweaty dancing
Loud
His dark brown shoes
Legs smoothly crossed
My hair catching on his stubble
As we kiss
Laughing
What's your name
What isn't my name
I live between hemispheres
Now and
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