Arrow

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Poised
over a pool table, back to the door.
Black shirt, black belt snug against black jeans,
slim cue easy in his hands as I walk across the floor.
A stubborn lock of blonde hair flopping
over a focussed face. Concentration
etched along a slim frame.
A sudden thrust,
an abrupt
“plock”
as he breaks the balls,
sending them skittering
across the fuzzy
surface.

The shock as I behold him; the
arrow that lodges in my heart, the surety
that he is unconsciously inhaling my presence.
No need to glance my way; the love must have seeped
through his bloodstream. When he’s alone,
he will feel it. The tide in his veins
will wash him to me.

A week later, I jiggle
in a crammed dance hall, awaiting
the tide. He arrives, his eyes scanning
until they find mine.  We have never met,
not yet spoken, yet there is
no surprise, only
delight.

A silver mist,
created by our gaze,
disperses the crowd. Friends
and strangers melt away.
We dance in our
own ethereal
haze.

Tucking back
my hair, holding me close, his lips
tantalisingly close to my ear, he whispers,
“Jane”. It seems natural that he
knows my name, just as I
know his.

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I thought it might be a good idea to write something romantic, since my next post is likely to be a rant…

©Jane Paterson Basil

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28 thoughts on “Arrow

  1. Lovely and romantic, reminds me of a song or two. Maybe this one, that INXS covered a while back, but the original was by a band called The Loved Ones, when I was a teenager !!

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    1. He was/is the love of my life. Memories of the times we shared have kept me sane through many difficult times. I walked away from him 40 years ago, because it was the right thing to do. No regrets…
      My stupid cursor refuses to let me copy and paste that link. I’ll have to come back to it.

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    2. Ah.. the sixties sound. Calen was saying the other day how the invasion of British music influenced pop. Now I see what she means. The Loved Ones were an Australian band, but they look and sound like they coulda been the Beatles next door neighbours 🙂

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