Where is Claire

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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