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Blistering Heat

and in blistering heat we struggle
silly heels clacking on cobbles
praying we won't fall
and watching other harried workers walk by,
I count the love on my fingers
and the drenched flowers
newly sprinkled in the parks,
of water shortages
and dogs left in cars
and how when you smiled
I could be seared by the sheer
midnight blue of you
that a paint chart can never match.

Beads of perspiration gathers
in the v of a cotton
as hair comes apart from clips
and sunshades slip
just caught by the smile on my face,
you grace me and lace me
as I love to dine
taking morsels and savouring
as I think of dogs in parked cars
and tarmac melting
how the sound of heels
clack on the cobbles
and the boys on their bikes
cycling and laughing
as the little girls watch
from canopied doorways,

in a blistering heat
we carry our thoughts.

Poetry by Elle