Vacation

Revision 1
Spanish melodies climb the trellis
to your open window; they serenade
with the sea breeze in trembling
sheer curtains while exotic tastes
whisper in your sun crisped ears.

Bodies sway to local's voices
as curious and blistered feet
roam back alley labyrinths
where the difference between
child and animal is never seen.

Unwinding from a New York minute
on albino sands where,
love at first sight couples
tie loose knots in every bay.

The moon's arival
is a neon signs cue
to lure empty pockets
like moths they come,
because, every soul needs a vacation.

Original
Spanish melodies climb the trellace
to your open window and as they
serenade you with the sea breeze
in your curtains, exotic tastes
whisper in your sun crisped ears.

Bodies sway to the locals voices
as curious and blistered feet
lose themselves in a back alley labyrinth
where the difference between
child and animal is never seen.

Unwinding from a New York minute
on albino sand where newly formed couples
tie a loose knot in every bay and the moons arival
is a neon signs cue to lure already empty pockets
and like moths to a flame they come,
because every soul needs a vacation.