I can taste the young wine upon my tongue ...

I'm zinging with airport electricity - 

Sparks are shooting out of my fingers - 

The blue jet waits on the runway - 

I can already see the moon rising over the dreaming village - 

I can smell the perfume of orange trees - 

I can hear the call to prayer - 

I can taste the young wine upon my tongue - 

12.19

Monday 16 May 2016

Bournemouth Airport