Portugal Gal

what are you doing on this rickety pier

juggling small balls of flaming sun for loose change

razor sharp knives or grenades would have been enough

to impress me applauding

looking at the costume of you light blue sky

your perfume is shining white madeira

I wonder if I have seen you before

not that that matters

If I did I am sure it was a summer dream

the sound I heard from your heart

your parting lips is a chainsaw idling

thrown to me in jest

caught in the applause

of the odd tourist

the sun extinguishes itself

a couple juggles 

chainsaws 

and her 

dangerously 

teasing

glances

JPPestana

Portugal Gal

3.1.2022