Between the sheets of silk and scent
He lays relaxed, his body bent
Around his lady; what’s her name?
Giselle? Roselle? Her fire tame.
He breathes her in, the sweet exchange
Is over, time for him to leave
He grabs his pants and pulls his sleeve,
Another bed awaits his range.
He waltzes to another bar
And spies a girl sat, from afar
A sheet of gold shielding her face
Unveils a sin; those lips unlac’d
Into a bud, eyes wild with night
Which meet his own, a silent rule
Is met, engaging in the duel
He takes her coat, he’s won the fight.
Unlocking hazy tailored passion,
He feels the edges of her soul
The icy breast is thawed away
Her tempest heat provides the coal.
He stumbles out from her abode
Takes out a light as angst takes hold
He hollows as he turns to go
A feeling; plunging at his soul
Each kiss imprinted on his shell
An arching peace in her he felt
He tastes her skin still on his lips
A hole was made from that first sip.
Outside her flat he simply waits
And watches on, his soul dictates
Then; there! she walks in, arm in arm,
With her tall beau, all smiles and charm
How long since him? Three years or more?
The wretched scene makes him unsure
A haze descends, green in his eyes
He sees them join, bare chest and thighs.
He wrestles with his toiling pain
He tries to tell her, but in vain
His ugly pride was his great flaw
‘This is not love!’ he cried, so sore.
He tries to weave his life again
And add some colour to the grain
He was once a prowling Juan!
Felling women (even the odd man)
But now he sits with empty glasses
In a posh bar, time slowly passes
Enduring whispers and cruel glances
He finally leaves; no more chances.
Days become weeks, weeks turn to years,
He shadows her movements,
A ghost with no fears
His body now bent
Round a girl for some green
A phantom of poor health
Locked away; cold, unseen.
Now sat on a porch in an old wooden chair
He watches the world as it passes unfair
A mother and child lay out on the grass
All the young neighbours are hurrying past.
Greying and lined, his face turns away
His watery eyes feel a stir where they lay
One tear is shed as he feels his hard breath,
He locked his one love in his heart, until death.