He smiled and stretched forth his arm.
His sinewy brown hand held the blue-glass sea,
the azure sky. The lemon-yellow sun
sealed its treasures. I cupped it gently
in my lukewarm, northern hands,
eagerly prised the buttered sun
from its tight, round mouth,
inhaled its heady humours. Thyme,
bay, succulent sap, heat-sweet earth.
I drank greedily the strange brew
and was intoxicated. Stumbled
drunk past clicking crickets, fell
into the arms of Spain, her embrace
a silken sash, a sigh of southern smiles.
First published in Reach Poetry