A wave awash
upon your hip;
held hands ‘n
written words…
Bath-stone built
up about the
natchrul Avon’s
course ‘n curves…
Eve’s sweltering:
in th’crescent’s shade,
shared’s moment-
ary life…
O’er riverrun,
in outstretched arms,
passes the
loneless night…
Image credit – Visit Bath
william altoft 
Beautiful.
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