It started wet but now the sun has come out and the puddles are beginning to shrink. I was woken by the sound of the dustcart reversing ... and then the insistent chattering of the dawn chorus, just outside my bedroom window, well before dawn.

I've spent the morning being pampered because, apparently, I am worth it. And now, back home, laptop whirring, I really ought to do some real work! Instead, I'm blogging.

Here's another poem for you to chew on.

Filling the gaps

The poet captures a precious second in rhyme
Presses pause on the passion of a night
Freezes the frame on the fear of flight
And brings truth to the reader in time

You can smell the stench as anticipation draws near
Feel the smoothness of the touch on her tender lair
Inhale the smoke of desire flare in her nostrils and hear
The moans as he fires lust into her spread-eagled form

Then he whispers so soft: I must love you and leave you
Tracing a fingertip trail across her loaded fantasies
He stands and stretches tall, refreshed for the day
While she disappears into his sheets, and fades away

But it happened. It did. The poet records all
The rise and the fall and most important to date
The act. The union of needs. The filling of gaps.
Penned, lest you forget they were lovers. And their fate.

To be loved. To be left. With hardly a word being said.
To admit that you care would pose such a threat
Open the doors wide. Blow through. Cause a storm.
So hush. Be still. Quiet. Say not a word. Not yet.

To need another’s close proximity while holding back
Makes sense when you give it some thought
So one more sensuous silence slipped past her lips
Bereft but on track, nothing was mouthed in retort.

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