He was sitting on the sofa
watching football when she entered
standing right beside him
in a sundress and high heels
She waved her wan goodbyes
leaving just her own reflection –
the reflection of a fetching woman
in the bosom of his mind
He sat there blankly staring
at the nothingness beside him
as thoughts drifted in and out
as if forbidden, lost or stolen
The rain had started as a shower
now a downpour – it detracted
from his unforeseen encumbrance –
the remission of a sin
He strolled toward the kitchen
the kettle – it was empty
so he filled it only half full
with despondency beside
With warp speed – dissolution entered
and the storm-clouds – they had gathered
blotting out the sunlight
and perpetuity of heart
He listened for the voices
and with sullen apprehension
looked outside the window –
but all he could hear was dread
It spoke but for a moment
yet (suddenly) it changed him
as it brought the softest smile
and sunshine from the pain.
sensualism 