rooftop shooting stars
the warm cream /yellow glow of lights from surrounding houses
the voices on the hot air
occasional breezes
talk of the left and power and language
and words falling in amongst light and smoke
wine and gazpacho, laughter
neighbouring televisions
intimacies
childhood memories of carrying water from the river
candle lanterns
hash and sweetness
the heat, always, the heat
new friendships and red wine
the old town, the stones and history
moments and moments and the night and the light
and the tops of distant cathedrals lit
labyrinth of rooftops and alleyways
antennas
voices carry in the night
voices on the wings of the wind
still heat, still deep heat
spanish and english and french
politics and pregnancy
the shift and sussuration of the night, of the wind, of the heat,
and so close the neighbours, their worlds
their whispered conversations too
lowering our voices for fear
in the darkness on the rooftop
lying back on cushions
searching for constellations
and always, the shooting star, the shooting stars
the heat, the dark, the shooting stars.
