The quiet hour
seagulls are hungry
waves are breaking
under their own
froth of saliva

We walk
hand in hand
drawing behind
us the years we spent
together on the sand
of the Adriatic

Our love seems
a long succession
of moments
the glow
and the sorrow
are gone

You say
‘Take a stand’
I say

Naked past
merge into
a soundless
of memories

You say
‘Show me
your teeth’
I say

(Published in Balkan Poetry Today 2017)



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