Suite Seis-Sies-Siete

Suite Sies-Sies-Siete

Sevilla – Sabado en España.
A siesta from the stress and slave labour
of the business and boss back home.

Salsa, sensational, sweeping the bar.
A saucy smile from a seductive señorita,
a sylph, a siren, a mysterious sphinx.

Spiralling loss of sanity.
A breathless secret whispered in suspense,
insatiable lust, a sheer sheen of sweat.

Sorceress. Satanic. Sweet Suicide.
Taken by lead to her sumptuous sanctuary,
a sequin gown slipping and soft silk sheets.

Silence – Sunday in Seville.
A note scribbled and sudden disappearance.
Shadows cast upon the wall.

¿Apenas un sueño?
Suite Seis-Sies-Siete.