Oh, drama!

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She had successfully hidden herself away
like a Christmas present wrapped 
too obviously to leave under the tree.
Fearful of giving herself away in the morning.


Nevertheless I caught up with her, 
finally found out her sanctuary, 
buried beneath a latticed pergola 
draped with passion flowers, falling.

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Seated all alone, 
engulfed in sorrowful shadows 
redolent with the bittersweet fragrance 
of night scented stock.


The ghost of loves lost, sat beside her, 
hauntingly ephemeral in the moonlight…
Empathy holding her hand, 
twitched occasionally, 
in reluctant communion.


Her emotional bandwidth 
broadcasting on all channels 
my heart attuned to her wavering frequency.


Ironically she was puffing on one of her confounded cigarillos… 
but love finds a way despite the ashes of fortune and failure 


She gazed up at me through exhausted trouble glazed eyes:

“Oh Darling, my soul feels a little threadbare tonight 
an old fusty towel, moth holed, fit only for dusters”


She exhaled her sombre passion 
into the night sky.
The heavens dressed in skittering clouds, 
a stray moonbeam bearing reluctant witness 
to the melodrama unraveling below 


“Why are you here Bretia?
Don’t you have better fish to fry tonight?”

“Love, is like fishing. 
You get to put back the minnows, 
if on reflection, you don’t like the look of them.
Catch and release…”

“Yes but where’s the constancy in that?
Freedom yes, but where is the heart?”


I turned my face up to the moon and wryly smiled… 
Luna frowned back, orbiting silently, judgemental.


“We all need a second chance Diana,
I’ve escaped her net, I’ll be gone in the morning…
Care to hoist anchor and sail away with me?”


Rising like the inexorable tide 
she slid her soft fingers inside my blouse
brushed my neck gently with her smoke sticky lips…


The moon, embarrassed, 
hid her cracked cratered eyes, 
behind blushing pink coral clouds.


“If you promise to let me tie you naked 
to the mast, and taunt you til you scream,
I might”


We left at dawn,

A new mythology unfolding 

Two little minnows, once caught, now released 

her Siren’s song singing in my ears…

Thanks for reading/listening…cheers Sea 😘