Where’s Claire?!
A promise not to call again was the right thing to do
Nice memories, in a neat tidy package, no strings said she
That day my soul, my life, extinguished, but a burning ember
No flame, but a smouldering heat, reminiscent of her mane
The endless night of my life before her rising
Saught to engulf me, to return me to the pit of a mere
existence
No more days and nights filled with the love and zest of
light
No more dreams with the passionate fire she brought
In a carriage filled with grey people doing grey things
She was a part, snuggling in her business mantle
Yet she was apart, her radiance impossible to deny
Moving in slow motion, while all else hid in a dream like
haze
All the times I had her near, I heard nothing but my heart
struggle
When I spoke, it was as a fool, to a queen
At the port I walked the line with a pretence of
indifference
In my mind, she was in my arms, a premonition of better
times
Her voice like a breeze on your cheek, starlight in your
hand
A rich heavy brew assaulting your senses, making your head
spin
Carrying a wit, so subtle and clever I almost missed, drunk
on her presence and her charm
I was a fish hooked, out of its depth, yearning to be served
up on the plate
Just a bit of fun! was all that I asked, but I wanted to
bath in her beauty
English Wife, the epiphany of erotic
sensuality, is second only
To the refined, unquestionable sexuality that she exudes, my
goddess!
Wielding her feminine wiles as a carrot on a stick, me her
willing beast of burden
One night she agreed to meet for a drink and chat
And the sun rose in her eyes, her smile made me weak
I wanted to live in that moment forever
Now the memory of that moment can lift my spirit and make me
cry
Whether I knew the pain that would eventually rip my insides
Or whether I was truly intimidated by her beauty
I didn’t meet her on that christmas night
And the rest of that holiday my mind could think of naught
but her
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? Pah!
10 scorned women hath no fire as a redhead stood up!
Yet those flames in her eyes! Oh those flames!
Were as a spark to an inferno compared to our passionate
days & nights
She took me home after apologies, a chat and a drink
And we kissed. Oh we kissed!
The pleasure she felt, I could feel in her lips and I
returned it in mine
Such a cressendo from a kiss! EVERY time we kissed.
Then one day our fires consumed us
My words cannot describe it
EVERY day she called. “Hello it’s me!”
Those words were sonic nectar of the gods.
EVERY day she texted to say “Hi”
Literary ambrosia.
The viscisitudes of life meant nothing
I was were I was meant to be
Where I long to be
In her busom.
I didn’t want to be a lap dog, too keen!
But she said “I WANT YOU to put me on that pedestal”
Such an apt description
When my thoughts trained to her
With knickers in her curls, her beautiful strawberry curls,
we washed away our sins
And we sinned again and again enough for matthews, luke
& john
Such pleasure, desire, lust, contentment!
My descriptions can not do justice
Skilfully she slowly, gently put me back from my place in
the heavens
Unaware that my desire for her is eternal as the stars
But shes just like a beautiful, rare, wild bird, I couldnt
cage her
I am grateful that, for a time, she WANTED to come and sit
on my perch and sing for me
"Forget me" she said but how is this done??!! You
do not forget the pearl in the pigfeed!
The peanut in the poo! The pyro on the plain! The perfection
in the pleasure...
I have tried to forget, made an honest attempt to forget her
name, her face and form
But the fates have decreed I’m to be a Tantalus, tormented
by the lack of her grace and kindness
Her presence!
I know i'm sad but what do you expect? My dream has been lived! Nothing else comes close! All I want is to see her again.
Oh chus, chas, chussle, chassle. Whatever it was. If you ever read this, please forgive me for this passive attempt to reach you, and I hope you understand. Please understand! And please, more than anything else, get in touch.
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