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 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

His & Hers: Raw Lines #1 – How do you feel today?

How do you feel today …


How do you feel today? Your choice made, down to you, to be without me, happy to be young and carefree, moving on to suit your will? Smiling, knowing you’ll always be wanted, needed, in every way, by someone, your choice always, who you’ll let near. Every flaw, every fault of mine, magnified on here, every hope every feeling for you etched into my heart. You to me reality, the finality of desire, the ever present of my mind, the pearl of every tear, unforgettable, untouchable by me. And so, your choice for me to go, reluctantly accepted, my would be lover, the darling of my body heart and soul.


Well that’s a lovely way of summing up everything, if it were true. I don’t see why you need to go, it’s not my choice, it’s one you’ve made, for whatever reason? Don’t you think it unfair that I don’t hear from you for weeks and then you make out that I’ve not missed you, that I don’t want you. What exactly did you want me to say, did you really think I was just going to hang around and pine for you?  I tell you, I’m disappointed in you, I thought you knew me?


His & Hers – raw lines extracted from ‘Believing Sight Unseen’  a file of what was a quarter of a million words – now culled to about a hundred and fifty thousand – so many repetitions when a man and woman talk.

‘Believing Sight Unseen: Their Days’  the first book, ‘Sam & Erin’s Story’ evolved from this file – around thirty-five thousand words – to be published this Spring.

Further ‘His & Hers’ stories to come – believe me.


EDC Shorts: lines – ‘prose’ – poetry #77

Believing Sight Unseen: Their Days is nearing completion. Sam & Erin’s story as posted on this blog  is a mix of narrative and message scenes – that will change to message only in the final book.  By chance I came across this version of their opening messages written in 2015 – the final version no doubt will be a little different but for me this is the awakening of Sam & Erin’s story.




Sites like this are not my thing but playing around on the internet as you do your photo appeared to me, by chance, by fate who knows, but somehow you captivated me, your style, your class, your beauty, I just had to sign up, to say hello. It seems I’ve eyes for no one else, others may show their boobs, their bum and more, as if to say look at me not you, but you are the one that fills my eyes, you are the big surprise. That you are here at all I can’t think why, with your looks you could have anyone you want, but of course you’ll have your reasons, good luck to you, have fun. So there it is, I’m Sam, hello to you, I’m spell bound by your smile.


Oh my goodness, what a lovely message – do you really mean that? I’m Erin by the way and from what I can see you look fit!




Hello Erin, l can’t quite believe you got in touch, I keep looking at your photo, you really do look amazing. As for my photo, just a bit of fun to show I haven’t gone to seed! I’ve not done anything like this before, all I can do is be me, and write the way I feel.


I like the way you write, it’s refreshing to chat to a guy who seems interested in me, most men on here are only interested in one thing!




There must be plenty men who’ve been awed by your looks, your sensuality, your charms, I cannot imagine you ever having to try too hard, or being alone, so I have to ask, why spend time on a man like me?


I find that a lot of guys who would like to be with me are far too immature. I’ve always been attracted to the more intelligent male and I like older guys too as I feel I’m treated much better by them, though there are always exceptions to the rules. What about you?


For me intelligence and looks only go so far, it’s who and how you are that really matters. You have something, you intrigue me, and if you don’t mind me saying, it sounds as if you’ve been let down a time or two? Men say they cannot help but be what they are, some though do try to be as women want, but I’ll not deny it isn’t always easy! Sorry I’m probably talking too much?


No not at all I don’t think you talk too much and I like reading what you have to say, it is all so real and insightful, I feel as though I am connecting with you and I am enjoying it and you.