The Neptune affair

Maybe it was the eyes
So deep and searching
She moved over him like a wave
Carelessly brushing against
The hair of his leg
Reaching past him
He caught his breath
Muscles tense
Yet fluid.
Maybe it was his words
Speaking with the soft southern drawl
“You’re dangerous” he said quietly with a smile
“I think not” she whispered back laughingly.
With a smile she swam back
Her corner of her shrine
Turquoise waters covering
What his eyes were seeking,
“You’re not like anyone else,
The way you talk,
The words you speak”
She shrugged her shoulders gently
Looking to him with raised brows
“I use the words that suit”
Was her only reply.
“Women I know would not talk like that” he said
as his hands made tiny waves in the water,
Nervous energy moving slowly.
She swam back across the blue
Ripples moving the warm waters
Like the Red Sea parting
She came close
And watched
Not speaking
As he shifted positions to be closer.
“You’re smart, your big words, your refined elegance”
She leaned back into the water
Hair cascading down her back
Black and slick like a whip,
“It is who I am, I can be no other”
She moved away again
Watching his gaze move up and down
As if entranced by her mermaid tail
Invisible to all
But him.
She lifted herself out
To the concrete shelf
As her scales slid way
Leaving softness and the lair
Of a woman who embraced her core,
She knew her power,
She felt his undoing.
She rose to leave and felt him beside her,
Reaching for her, his hand gentle on her shoulder
She felt her soul shivering in the night air,
“Ah Neptune my love, tis time to depart”
And she moved a few steps away to leave.
Gathering her treasures,
Yet realizing she had left one behind
Silently walked back to the man who waited.
She could feel his eyes in the darkness
Searing into her soul
As he gathered her so close
She rested her face to his neck
Felt his muscles quiver,
She could taste the salt
The warmth of his shoulder,
She closed her eyes and wished for but a moment
As her lips brushed his sweetly,
Her hands dropped to their side
Hands empty,
“Your treasure is not mine” she said
As a tear fell from her eyes,
“Ah but no fear my beauty, this gift will remain in my mind
Until my dying day” and he kissed her hand
And released her to the wind.
She did not look back,
She could not stay in this moment,
Her heart had journeys to go
And maybe someday perhaps,
They would find each other once more
Under a dying moon
Immersed in warm pools
Of a memory.


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I am a sometimes poet on a quest to master the universe of my mind. My writing runs the gamut of nature, off beat, life and basically the world as I see it through the windows of my eyes. Welcome to my blog. Sit a spell in your big comfy armchair or favorite spot and read for a while if it suits and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know who you are and all that jazz. Looking forward to what each day brings and catch you on the flip side of the stars. Peace and blessings.

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