Trip To Spain Poem by Rusalka Slawin

The heat is unfelt because
the locals are so adept at finding shade
cool shade safe and fragrant of wet
coffee grounds spice
perhaps aftershave but maybe not
maybe something citrus
until the bed alone the clock the pulse the
blood
ticking along alone how long
how far how many
days months years
white light bright you
in Spain
where once would I have been banned or
burned but light o
light sing
the days down sing down
the days until I see
you
again.