The Dream of Someone Else

The dream of someone else,
So gentle, so kind and sweet
He seemed.
His presence - a dose of warm honey
Creeping through the veins

Our eyes met above a glimmering row of
Candied sweets and handsome treats
The air about us still,
Cluttered with the noise of the beach, the children
The carnival

His look was sharp,
Like mint on the tongue
Sinful and tempting
As chocolat

His eyes glittered like sea-soaked pebbles under
Sparkling lights
Dark as hazelnuts, briefly obscured by the curl of caramel coloured hair
Rusty in the midnight glow

He nodded his head in the briefest of greetings
Across the cacophony of sugar coated confectionery
His sweetness like the bite of dark chocolate

And then, with the dizzying blur of the carnival,
He was gone
Swept into the waves of ruddy faces
The man I did not meet.