This Time Every Year

“He wasn’t there, at least not a moment ago?” she half thought, half spoke.

“Who?” little sister asked, answering her own question, looking from the ‘Pay Here’ queue to see what kind of man had got big sister’s attention.

He was there all right, in every sense, lean, six foot, curly close cut hair; caressing silk, eyes dancing over candy stripes, somehow not quite him.

Little sister does a double take, big sister now walking over to him.

His fingers caress each tie in turn. “A female perspective?” she enquires.

“Yours always.” his reply.

She takes a subtle blue design, almost on tiptoes leans in to place around his neck.

A faint stir, foot to foot his balance shifts, her coat unbuttoned, body free. Both sway, gap between them now as nothing, little sister’s eyes popping.

Music, no one remembered what, or if any, only movement, theirs, timeless, of another world. Classic ballroom made sensual, borderline erotic.  

This world stood still, time gave time for free. Little sister’s mouth wide open, seeing yet not believing big sister dancing that way with him.

Arm’s length now, blue tie passed from her hands to his. He bows, escorts her to the line where all completely mesmerised.

“Who is he?” little sister gasps.

“No idea.” big sister smiles. “He comes to me this time every year.”

They turn around, blue tie as his eyes nowhere to be seen.

Present given and received.

EDC Shorts: six words – lines – ‘poetry’ #99

Dawn:

Dawn light filters through

Shutters angle a rainbow

I wake warm space beside

Your scent upon my body

 

My eyes look into yours

You cat-stretch on all fours

The curving of your spine

Send tingles into mine

 

Your knees astride my hips

You dip to touch my lips

Tongue tips taste prelude

My rise and fall in you

 

Laid in hand held silence

A new day … you and I

The night before unknown

Two strangers we no more