Whilst flicking back through some old photographs I came across the one in my post today. On seeing this picture of me at 20 years old, my senses began to recall vivid memories of the moment captured in this poem and I travelled back in time.
This was a heat like I had never experienced before
A thick steamy blanket of infernal intensity that forced you into the present
like a fiery ultimatum.
There were people passing out on buses
salsa dancing around the midnight streets
living the nocturnal hours
as if the day had just broken
I was intimidated
My rosy English demeanour struggling to compose itself
amidst the assured merriment
of this urban fiesta
Too much traffic
Too many people
Too much noise
and it excited and invaded me simultaneously
As I gaze at the photo captured earlier that evening, I remember the burning, bitter kick of
I see myself posing in that darkened room
with my intensity
and my natural curiosity
and I soften.
That free-spirited Euro adventurer
with a creative heart and a precarious passion
for the unknown
She is a wild and sensitive girl who needs me to free her and keep her protected
in equal measures.
And we are getting there.