Logos smeared in shimmering rouge

 On a night-hushed harbour

 The soggy blink and burst

 Of fluorescent overtime

 

Cupping the tinkle-donk

 Of tilting masts

 Wildly pointing at the stars

 In giddy accusation -

 

Skinned pets, parked 

 Waiting for Sydney’s

 Working wealth to wake

 

 

Perched on cement

 Soothed by the quiet

 Moored like these yachts

 In obedient patience,

 I consider our trembling marriage

 

 

The bridge yawns gracefully above

 House lights huddle

 On a borrowed headland,

 Camped conversations

 Silenced by distance

 And the inky black spill

 Of still ocean

 

The water is a kiss or a slap

 Against the city’s concrete rim -

 I can’t decide.

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Sy, Its probably a slap, thin skinned is easier than silvan clamour

Copy that, Raymond, maybe there is such a thing as a slappy kiss. Skye

Sorry for the spelling of your beautiful name SKY

Umm Love and Marriage go together like a cat and honey. Nice description of Sydney at night. Nice backdrop for a marriage "on the rocks".

Awesome!

And i will tell you why i think that "tinkle-donk" very clever and evocative

Great middle section bringing in the marriage, really adds great volume to the poem

and excellent ending, great metaphor for marriage (within that question)

Well done

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