Love lingers long into the night
(Definitely not AI)
What can she have been thinking? Why had she
Bid him go so early? Why had she suddenly cut
Short the evening? Why the excuses? Why the
Pretence? Did she seek to hurt him and in so doing
Hurt herself? A brief mood, a short-lived vexation
Perhaps? Whatever the reason, it certainly did the
Trick, for hurt it did, more than she bargained for,
And very likely, more than she ever imagined it
Would; how he felt, she could only guess.
In the bedroom, love was in the air, and on the air,
The promising, nay fulfilling, signature of ROJA
PARFUMS ‘A Goodnight Kiss’, what man would
Not succumb to such a fragrance? A full-length
Mirror bore the contemplative reflection of a woman
In a state of some remorse presently occupied in
The art of disrobing, imagining her lover still present,
Still sat in the French salon chair she kept by her
Dressing table. She sought to tease and to please
The mirage of the man she loved, now gone, yet
Still present in her mind’s eye, and the slower the
Better she thought, given the very little she had on.
What a fool she had been, what a night to have wasted.
A lover nearby, a lover excited and thrilled by her every
Move, wanting, but not yet able to take, desire and
Consent, hunger and haste, a recipe to be savoured,
What she had in mind was only now coming to light,
Albeit a little too late.
Oh, if only her were here, here in the flesh, here in
Body and mind, for there as so much to see, so
Much to love, less so very much the mother of
More. Silk of the finest transparency materialized
From an ornate drawer, and standing naked for a
Moment, she slipped into a shadow of a garment
So sheer that when pressed against flesh modesty
Immediately surrendered to the will of the heart
And the hand.
For all its artful ways in matters of seduction, chiffon
Finally and silently fell to earth, of little use now,
Save that of self-adoration, and with the approaching
Dawn, a distant clock gave notice of the hour, the night
Had slipped away and her cobweb of a nightdress its
Ability to keep a lady from her rest. Love had lingered
Long into the night, and all that now remained was a
Wish for better things tomorrow, certain that an injured
Heart be consummately repairable in light of the night
To come, chiffon, the expeditor of all his dreams.
© Joseph G Dawson