Sunday, 12 September 2021

LOVE HAIKU # 4

 

The science of love,

physics meets biology,

when boy meets a girl

I WATCHED A SNOW FLAKE MELT

We step through the door

To enjoy the seasonal fare

Chestnuts roasting in the fire

The smell of cinnamon is in the air

I watched a snow flake melt

On her glistening auburn hair

As we held hands in the soft light

Of the Christmas candle glow

Then I gave her a little parcel

Tied up in ribbon with a bow

And I kissed my first love

Beneath a sprig of mistletoe

DO I LOVE YOU?

 

Do I love you?

How could I not

When I touch you

My heart beats as yours

You are the one

My other self

My virtual twin

When I breathe out

You breathe in

You are the other half of me

That makes me whole

We fit each other

Like machine cut pieces

In a puzzle of love

When I hold you

The edges of our forms blur

And we are one being

We are symbiotic

Hearts beating as one

Thinking each others thoughts

Speaking each others words

Sharing the same shadow

When I hold your hand

Our fingers merge

And become indistinguishable

We are conjoined

Do I love you?

You know I do

I always have

And always will

What else can a soul mate do?

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (80) It Started with a Kiss

 

Carole Bean went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.

She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls

Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny girl with a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.

All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.

Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from   Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.

The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.

However of all the girls, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.

The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.

But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.

It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire laying naked on the sofa and Carole couldn’t take her eyes off of her and when Claire discovered that she had an audience Carole couldn’t keep her hands off her either and they made love for the first time.

Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years and the fact that they were in love but unsure of their true sexuality they still kept a foot in both camps by dating men as well but when it came down to the love making they still prefered each other.

 

But after they graduated University they both ended up marrying men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of lovers.

Because two years after she graduated Carole Bean fell head over heels in love with Stewart Simpson and they married a year later.

They were very happy together and it was a good marriage they didn’t have children, but they never had plans for that, and it was unlikely to change in the immediate future so everything in the garden was lovely the only fly in the ointment was the lack of fulfilment in the bedroom.

 

Carole’s problem was that she had a very low sex drive and was therefore quite content with only having sex on high days and holidays but for her husband Stewart the reverse was true, he would have liked to be doing it with his wife all the time.

It wasn’t that the sex was unpleasant or totally unfulfilling it was just that he wasn’t a woman and more to the point he wasn’t Claire.

 

The same year that Carole married Stewart, Claire married her cousin James Tebb although their union was not a love match it was one of convenience and the marriage was never consummated as James was very, very gay.

The disposition of Claire’s heart was, as it always had been since she was 18, because her one and only love was Carole.

 

Ever since they graduated Carole and Claire had remained the best of friends but no more than that and other than a peck on the cheek there was no physicality, that was until they were 25 and attending the wedding of their former house mate Alison Holmes to her long time lover Eric Jespersen.

It was late on in the evening after the bride and groom had left, Claire was on her own as her sham husband was in New York with his boyfriend and she and Carole were outside on the terrace getting some air while Stewart had gone off to the loo.

They had both had a lot of wine and were laughing and joking but suddenly and without warning Claire planted her mouth over Carole’s and invaded her mouth with her tongue and Carole responded in kind and it was just like the first time.

But as the familiar fire began to ignite her loins she came to her senses and broke away. 

“No” Carole said “We cant”

“But you were enjoying it” Claire said

“I know” she said “which is presicely why we mustn’t”

“No” Claire retorted angrily “that’s precisely why we should”

Carole shook her head and walked away and Claire shouted after her

“I’ve missed you Carole and I’ve missed your touch”

Carole paused by the door and responded

“And I’ve missed yours”

 

Carole went back inside to find Stewart while Claire stayed on the terrace and cried.

Carole really enjoyed the kiss and she wanted it as much as Claire but she had drawn a line underneath that part of her life.

But the fire that Claire lit inside her during that special kiss had to be quenched by her husband Stewart who was only too pleased to oblige her.

 

In the days that followed the kiss on the terrace Carole had numerous missed calls and texts from Claire which she chose to ignore, although in truth she was desperate to see her but she knew if she did she would weaken.

But on Wednesday morning Carole got a text message that she just couldnt ignore. 

The message just read “This is for you”

And when she opened the attachment she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire in her loins returned.

 

Carole opened the attachment and she went weak at the knees as she looked at the selfie image of Claire wearing a seethrough nightie and everything that she had regularly enjoyed was on full display and the fire in her loins returned.

Carole studied the image as she decided how to word her reply.

Ten minutes after opening the attachment she typed her reply  

“I want to see more”

She was hoping that her message would prompt further attachments of salacious pictures of Claire but instead she just received another text which read.

“Come to the house at 7 and you will”

 

Carole looked gorgeous when she left the house and for just a moment Stewart wondered if she was dressed up for the benefit of someone else, but he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it entered his mind.

After all Carole had a very low sex drive and didn’t really like sex that much.

And of course he was right, Carol was not seeing another man, there was no point, she had a man, a good man, a kind and loving man who she loved very much and making love with him was very good, she certainly couldn’t do any better elsewhere.

Carole had discovered while at University, at the hand of Claire Jarvis that she liked her bread buttered on the other side and so it was with lustful thoughts that Carole drove from Childean to Purplemere.

 

It was a beautiful summer evening and the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was everywhere, drifting on the evening breeze, filling Carole’s nostrils and catching in her dry throat, which was dry from nerves.
There were drinks on the patio table so she picked one up and the ice in the glass chinked out a melody.

 

Through the open French window, the sun streamed into the room, spreading across Claire’s semi recumbent form, bathing her pale porcelain skin in its yellow glow and Carole was as hot as the sun.

She looked on with delight at Claire’s perfect sensual beauty and as she marvelled at the sight her loins filled afresh with lust and an unquenchable desire forged of steel and fire as her hungry eyes consumed her glorious treasures and she felt no shame at the beholding of her, the roundness of her breasts and the curves of her hips.
Carole stepped in through the French doors and slipped of her little black dress. 

Claire looked up at her with beguiling eyes and Carole knelt beside the couch that her goddess was draped upon and then she covered her smooth silken skin with kisses, kisses that Claire had not felt for three long years.

And from that night on she led a double life, dutiful wife to husband Stewart except for two nights a week when she was Claire’s lesbian lover.

LOVE HAIKU # 2

 

Should the clouds obscure,

the glorious stars at night,

I will still love you

WE HAD IT ALL

 

It was here, in our grasp

We could see it, feel it, touch it

Something steadfast and solid

Reassuring and comforting

A constant, a given

Something infinite and immeasurable

 

We had it all in our hands

A living breathing thing

That we gave life

Our own creation, our new entity

But we let it escape from our grasp

Slowly slipping through our fingers

Though we tried to recapture it

It was illusive, like trying to net smoke

It evaded our efforts

 

So now it's gone and nothing remains,

Of that entity that was us

Nothing tangible, nothing physical

Only memories remain

NOTHING LASTS FOREVER

 

Nothing lasts forever

Nothing is that durable

Nothing is built to stand the test of time

No matter how sound the foundation

It will fall apart

 

Love is among the list of shoddy structures

Love doesn’t last forever

Even though we wish it would    

And we can make the case why it should

And list the justification

“Because I need you”

“I feel so lost without you”

“I don't want to be alone”

No one is listening

There is no ombudsman

To hear your grievance and arbitrate

You have loved and lost

 

But knowing it won’t last forever

Doesn’t soften the blow

When it comes to an end

It still hurts like hell

And the pain seems to last forever