Fixed Fascination

He waded puddles,

She paddled pools,

He practised stringent,

She broke the rules.

He never questioned,

She answers so denied,

She wept in buckets,

He grieved while dry-eyed.

He loved the movies,

She found her films in books,

He doubted everything,

She believed in spooks.

He trod a measure,

She went where angels feared,

Opposites in many ways

Yet love lived, always near.

He travelled inwards,

She ventured out,

Alternating circumstance,

Always there was doubt.

But constant was the keeping

Of the fascination fixed,

Dots connected details lost,

Oil and water mixed.

 

Inducement

Sipping nectar deep in stamened flower,

Erect to galvanise and to entice

Penchant of the butterfly that hovers

Tasting once, enjoying, tasting twice,

Offer savoured, sweetest delectation,

Concubined to heady flower held aloft,

Inducement of the rainbow borne on wingspan,

Partaking of the dewdrop silken soft.

 

Synchronised

Their dance began,

as in a duel,

once spied across the floor,

magnets caught

in polar pull,

each one seeking more.

 

To phantoms,

all around became,

umbilic drew them forth,

no digressions,

no, nor names,

nor plight to mar this troth.

 

Pulsing beat,

orchestral drum,

two hearts now synchronised,

static waves,

so plucked to thrum,

unspoken words. No lies.

 

Elemental,

cleaving then

within a gaping throng,

gyrations,

mid ungodly men,

to throbbing heartfelt song.

 

Once begun,

the timeless tune

marred and marked their souls,

perfect rhythm

ends too soon,

returned to earthbound goals

 

Back to ports

for two adrift,

unity so cast,

interludes,

tho’ hearts may lift,

once played, fade into past.

 

Backward glance,

a shoulder’d chin,

eyes return to fore,

heaving breast,

a sighing grin,

so ends tango’d score.

May Music, Day 2 – Fairground Attraction

So Twindaddy wants to know which song I associate with my last ex-boyfriend.

Slight problem.

My last ex- boyfriend is my husband of nearly 27 years. How did that happen? Don’t ask me. I was enjoying the rollercoaster at the time.

Every time.

Every. Single. Time.

From that first meeting.

Every time you looked.

Came near.

Dared to speak.

Every time.

 

The possibility.

I clenched,

knuckles white,

rode the slow ride,

a semi-death,

anticipating climax

in descent.

 

Every single time.

A fairground attraction.

 

Deathly fear in

chamber of horrors

that today,

this moment,

would be

the last today.

 

Waltzers spinning…..

 

…..whirling mind…..

wondering,

Is this love?

 

Then we would ride

rollercoaster.

Up, Up, Up!

Neverending upness…..

…..till that peak.

 

A descent of

 

Was this love?

 

I wondered.

I queried.

I asked

of someone,

anyone.

Was this love?

 

I begged for answers

to an inevitable future.

No right or wrong  way

of reckoning.

 

I wondered.

I queried.

I dismissed.

We paused.

 

We dated again;

the question ever present.

Was this love?

Was this

Animal?

 

We talked.

Is this love?

 

I heard her then.

Asking my questions…..

…..in a pub…..

…..in Glasgow.

 

And I asked,

Is this love?

 

We looked.

Paused forever

over

possible ever

or never.

And married

six months later.

 

 

Polar Attraction

Two cry together

In separate rooms

But pride holds sway

Till the end,

Neither believing,

Forgiving, forgetting,

Where once, before love,

They were friends.

 

Tears on the flooring

Make puddles and pools

Each drop depicting

A scene

Of words from the past

And visions that last.

What happened to love

In between?

 

Why, when and how

Are the questions they ask

And answers, the two bent on seeking.

But comfort in arms

Rings bells of alarm

When neither of the two

Are yet speaking.

 

Such misunderstanding

When love is confused

And tears blind

What may be seen.

Too often two lovers

Hide under covers

When all it takes is

To say what they mean.

 

The games people play,

Without true intention,

Fear of hurt,

Resisting the action.

Dry all the eyes,

Open doors wide,

Meet half way,

To polar attraction.