Travelling, Drinking, Dancing

I drank the sun
like milk
like ambrosia
or like fridge cold Coke
after dust hours
wearing rural patience thin

I drank the sight
of mundane realities
moving across my view
lulled to exotica
by sense of steel
propelling a journey
towards

going north
east
anywhere but back

I laughed October out of Prague
Sunday out of Belfast
eternity out of Vienna
and raised a Havana dry voice
to call down heaven
or him to a dance

same words
different occasions

I drank Toulouse
under the table
blending spring clear Aqua Vera
with oak stained rouge
blending pastoral hymns
with 21st century sequencers
smattering clash
of centuries
under a purple
fading sky
casting shadows
in his face

and there
we drummed heels
to a tom tom mantra
lavished in layers

there he danced
he danced with me