Waking up tomorrow in Mexico, lost in the festoons of <br />Her curtains, <br />And tangled with the netting near the sea’s shore: <br />The sun coming down expectantly- <br />The entire place a voyeur of the burning graveyard of <br />Our love.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-burning-graveyard/
