The power of the sun

Sun is warming concrete, people are coming out
Your face catches rays, your unmistakable pout
Standing proudly in your favourite summer dress
hugging the body I desire to caress
the developing tan, now ten days old
a break from reality makes you younger, bold
relaxing saying nothing by the beach or pool
this holiday romance breeds a love sick fool.

Carnival

Slopping against weathered wharf
mist laden murk tide to the halogen haze
penned in maisonettes dabbed with colour
reminiscent of the heavy make up of ageing whores
who know better than to be here late

Splattering of droplets click on cobbles
rhythm joined by the out of sync clack, clack
reverberations of the 8ft shadow
disfigured by uneven walls and puddles
softened through the dark hooded cape
tethered by the windless eve

Searching eyes, recessed in the flawless smooth face
lips that will never speak nor smile, almost unnoticeable
to the exaggerated beak, its prominence
hideous to the frightened youth, out casted to its peers
refuge, an opening to piazza
escape from this vacant back alley - ah Venice.


a challenge from @frenzyofflies and @santha_g to break my 'block'

Thoughts adrift

Interior cabin, all contained
Attempts to deal with loves raw pain
Loneliness brings forth defeat
Drifting thoughts  - bitter sweet
The view here is sterile, blank
A return to you, a toast drank
Journey to its ends, my means
Desire so strong, my hopes - dreams.