Granada

The evening approaches

Sky gapping to eat the sun

Round clouds froth in nervous anticipation.

The Siarra Navada smile at the sunset

Wearing mist like a shawl

Shoulders of

Colour-flavoured snow

Over hot Granada.

Like a tongue Granada creeps into me

Lightly unwanted

Deeply enjoyed.

Tasting my confidence

Tearing me away from my elsewhere.

I lose myself completely

Through sharp indifferent streets

Watching stray cats ramble

Over abandoned roofs.