The young man, tanned attractive youth, with a ruby earring and a swallow tattoo;
He swung the waltzer capsule with all the energy, and the raw emotion, of a wild animal on the chase of its prey
The young girls, bland attractive teenagers, wearing satin and denim with strings of imitation pearls;
They squealed with all the delight and the expectant joy of a wildebeest in the mating season
By the candy-floss stall a bubble machine cascaded bubbles, they floated freely all over the fairground, some of the glowing delicate orbs landed, gently, on to Sapphire’s velvet collar;
She was already dreaming of their faint, heady & passionate significance
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149