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Ah, Pauline, an old-fashioned name

Perhaps but it suited her and I loved it

We met in a shop doorway during a

Thunderstorm when head down

I rushed in only to find my temporary

Refuge already occupied. 'Hello' I said

'What are you doing here?' 'Waiting for

You!' Came the whispered reply. 'Ooh,

And I so very, very, much for you...'


Our eyes met, our fingers touched and

Willing arms pulled one into the other. Her

Body pressed close into mine I could feel

Every inch of her warmth leaning into me

Vibrating against me speaking the fluent

Language of lonely people longing for

Contact, longing for love, ever hoping

To find it even in the most unexpected



Her sunshine burst into my heart. Her

Light dazzled my closed eyes. Storm?

What storm? The only storm we were

Aware of was the 'I wanna get close to

You storm' about which something

Needed to be done straight away

Not in the street you might think? Well

There are ways of doing everything in

Broad daylight that nobody sees and

On stormy days you might expect to

See couples huddled together for



The wings of heaven fluttered that night

As moist fingers tempted them into flight

Careering skyward in a frenzy of molten

Passion too hot to handle, too hot to stop

Come, my love, let me to you


Oh, Pauline, you will be my undoing but

In that undoing I will at least have lived

And loved a beautiful woman who loved

Me albeit that one day we will both go

Home to sadder less fulfilled times with

Little purpose other than a promise and

A scant act witnessed by friends

© Joseph G Dawson
02/03/2018 – 23/03/2016


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