A green eyed man who says "I've never been unfaithful before.
And I say "Come to me, let's see.
And he books the flight to come.
To me.
He tells me of his anticipation. His bubbly secret joy. How unusual this is for him. How he sees the world differently. Noticing the stars and how the moon is, where the moon is in his London sky.
The same moon I see.
I check the weather for London, he checks the weather for Aberdeen.
Long distance affection delivered on the breeze.
My green-eyed friend, who's irises are dark blue, angrily says,
"You're only hearing half of the story, he could tell you anything.
As I'm wondering why she's so angry, that this is none of her business, I think, can't you see, I long for a man to tell me anything. I don't care if all of it is a lie, as long as it happens.
And it's happening to me.
I can think of nothing more exciting than a green-eyed handsome man telling me anything, everything, his secret forest, the foxes coming to him - I tell him they are his totems, 'cover your tracks' they say. This quiet man, this spell-breaker, is coming to me. For the equinox.
Bringing his pale dark balance back to mine. Yin and Yang.
I throw the I Ching when she leaves, am I doing the right thing? What is it I need to know?
"Change has begun. Whatever you start will be successful.