I have been absent the last few days. I want to thank those that emailed me, checking if I was okay ~ very, very sweet of you. I have been a little busy, preparing for the Service on Wednesday and having an Interstate visitor ( a blogger ) for the weekend. Also ‘children’ issues and my muse ran off with my Vodka. I’m now quite sure if I like what I wrote, but I post, as I am finding it a little difficult to ‘get back into it’ so I’m practicing.
I shall write in the next couple of days about my visitor, try and find my Vodka ~ I mean Muse and thank you for those enquiring after me in my absence. Hugs.
how did it begin? Coloured sparkling trinkets
bait that hypnotised I fell hook line and
sank into your arms So long ago it seems when flowers decorated vases
extravagant diamond fingers stroked satin sheets
swept up from street corners $‘s slipped into fish-nets
knowing I was an easy catch
your shiny limo slowed, you in your tux
debonaire high roller
I‘m not paraded on your arm these days
clinking glasses with the elite Designer gowns, intro’s to your colleagues
emeralds round my neck shone brightly once
your Polo trophy takes pride of place
are you bored now with this showpiece
alone, I hear a woman laugh
velvet boxes empty on the dresser
another trinket ~ another lure Someone to replace what I was
I fade into obscurity, yes you have been the death of me
"Hi" awkward silence
"Hello?" perhaps a bad connection, I tap the phone a stammer returns..
"Hello" a paper cut
"I'm in town, thought we could catch up...tonight?" you could hear a
"Is that wise?" answered with doubt - curiosity
"We've both moved on, it's been 3 years lighten the tone I hear myself
...heard you got hitched?" news faster than the speed of light
"Yeah...yeah I did"
"Surely no harm..old friends right?" I heard the smile
"At the Hotel...our old Hotel ... say 6?" anticipating yes... no my hand clutches the cell
"I should be okay...see you there" stomach knots I hit end call a light kiss on the cheek I smell familiar scents as we sit, knees close able to touch
"You look great" smiles
"We do" edgy laugh
"To you" glasses raised simultaneously like we never parted never moved on never met anyone new the lost jig-saw pieces another drink, seductive lips wrapped around the rim and another knees again..but electricity this time shuffling feet across the carpet zaps I watch it pour vodka drink of choice merry-go-round time no words just glances no actions .. only the language of our bodies
"So you're happy"?
"Hmm" was the reply hesitant a so-so kinda answer I reach out covering your fingers that strum nervously on the bar
"I ...ah...booked a room.. for old times sake?" pupils enlarge pulse beats
"No regrets... pretend nothing happened?" a wink as we walk upstairs holding sweaty palms
"No regrets at all" as we enter the room the familiar decore of yester-years love that was blinded by afternoon lust before we moved on and life changed and routine set like a dark cloud as I undid his belt hands trembling
I’m sure if I stared hard enough passed Klein pin stripes and ironed shirt buttons peeled, the tie removed a part – minute infinitesimal in fact gives a damn, some remorse you were a cat on heat you strayed
insignificant mumblings spilled from a soiled mouth that has been plunged by her tongue spitting out apologies her lips not sweet as mine gullible me you hoped
in your chest chambers, ventricles the muscle pumping blood maintains a continuous beat allows you to draw breath together with wetted lungs, yet your emotions had run dry for us
was there a forever after as we walked hand in hand ‘I love you’ thrown my way to satiate my insecurity but you required more lust over love, afternoon delights of tasting a different skin – a different salt tired of the old – in with the new
take your pathetic and your meaningless excuses of a night where booze imprisoned your thoughts of me unrealistic expectations what you thought you needed as you rode high on this harlot of your dreams it was only the once…?