Hydrogen bonds
Can be reset
When wet

And contribute
To your hair
Elastic

But salt bonds
Imbalanced suddenly
Can be troubly

Disulphide
Once compromised
With chemicals and heat

Make waves weak

Spreading across the land
Like veins
All that water and steel

I cannot help but admire
The workmanship
Hours of dedicated labour

A once thriving industry
Floating joyfully
Toward the next gate

I could kiss your face forever
And I probably will
Your dimples deepen
As you chuckle
At my accent attempts
Birmingham, Liverpool and London
Sound the same
The only time my impression
Rings true
Is an occasional
Westcountry twang
Unintentionally

I sound like my Dad

Combing the beach in early evening
The streetlight glow and glass gleaming
I search for weathered bottle
Shards amongst the pebbles
Most are clear but the
Green I hold dear
A misty
Tear drop
Rolls

Platformed electric blue
Appliqued shoes
Bejewelled
Space bunned glittered ‘do

The disjoint
Between scene queen dreams
And honesty grows
I want to be content

With nothing
Live humbly beside
My writing
In Brighton

But my eyes are drawn
To the neon lights
Fashion heights
Influencer life