The flat flagged roof overlooked only by the burnt far hill, no eyes.
The midday sun burning bright at a midsummer angle,
rainbows splitting through the shower spray.
The hissing of salt-smeared skin.
sun
From force of habit
Even on a sunny day, from force of habit
I stand in the bus shelter,
safe below its roof.
I could say it’s just like
holding on to your hand for too long
or sitting closer than is comfortable
for you.
But similar pale comparisons are easy enough
for you to make up for yourself
so I’ll just stand here quietly in the bus shelter,
looking out at the sun.
Running a distance or lying quite still
And then those days when the physical is all
We move in our bodies, the sun, sea and wind
Cherry blossom and birdsong are background to our heartbeats
Beyond the far horizon the mist clears.
Today’s forecast is brought to you by an unreliable source
Rain falls from deep blue skies.
Thoughts of rainbows.
Dragons’ eyes.
Both
A last whisper, last touch, as clear eyes close;
soft story dreams leading.
Later, the tingle below the skin wakes the morning and limbs
and then, in the sunrise, the words.
Sun kisses
Sun kisses.
Cool breeze soft whispers.
Sweet fruit salt memories.
Sun kisses.
That moment
That moment when the sun comes out and
your heart relaxes.
The first rays of sun, the first unsure smile;
and the weights of the world disappear.
That moment.
The sun peeks over the office block
The sun peeks over the office block;
squinting, we rattle down the blinds.
Unseen ideas now shimmer in;
frowning, we put our blinkers on.
Autumn air cools
Autumn air cools the sunshined blood, moves on our faces, bare arms, like the gentle flick of a sleeping cat’s tail.
Dancing in the sun at Glastonbury
Dancing in the sun at Glastonbury, his then girlfriend sitting on his shoulders. White t-shirt, straw hat, arms dark against the sky and flags, a camera magnet. Whooping with delight when she saw herself on the big screen, squeezing her legs tight. That night in the tent his neck was sore, red raw. It was only when they were screaming towards divorce she told him about the momentary loss of control. It was not sunburn.
simonsalento 