The moon has shrunk and is fast disappearing into the white light of the dawn

The side of a warehouse faces our room

It has been lazily whitewashed

 But is always the first building illuminated by the rising sun

Dios vive en Murcia

En la terraza verde

In the half light I can see you sipping your coffee

You are watching the sun as it climbs into the vacant sky

The air is warm but the worn concrete of the apartment feels cool to the touch

I switch on the fan and watch the propeller as it speeds towards infinity

Its eternal journey makes little difference to the humidity of the room

And you ask me to run a mimosa bath