Over clouds under love

4am sky over Brazil, sunrise
a burning ember instant illusion
erupting from the void.

Like the first men we watch this
orange tongue engorge the darkness
engines drone incessant beat of aviation.

Later, alone on beach the brown boys
flex muscle and we are tetchy from no sleep
feeling our way with blindfolds

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