In this poem I look st the topic of holiday romances and the advice you’ll often get from your mum or that well meaning aunt or neighbour when you return home all lovestruck from your two weeks in the sun. I’ve given it the title When.The Tan Starts To Fade I hope you enjoy the read.
When The Tan Starts To Fade
Summer, now a distant memory
Memories made forever treasured
Holiday romance long forgotten
only a part of you still remembers
Surrendering to summer loving
lust and endless nights of pleasure
He’s back in Italy your home in Glasgow
you didn’t quite belong together
For two weeks temptation, bikini and mini skirt
Now the career girl in smart business suit
The language of lust takes account of no geography
though it’s too soon replaced
by the tongue which speaks truth
You may dream of Rome
or wherever he came from
but your caution and instinct meant no plans were made
You may or may not send an email at Christmas
you’ll find comfort in dreams
when the tan starts to fade
© Gayle Smith 2021
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