A Confused Victim Of Mating Tactics
when losing patience with my silent analysing
exposed her seductive intention!
Today, after yesterday's rain,
though winter must be really close,
there's a warm spring-like freshness
in the air, tempting me for once not to
turn off into isolated wilderness, but to
continue on a lakeside path where I met
up with an attractive woman en route,
intent, I discovered, on turning shared
observations into something else. As
we stopped and sat together, sipping
tea, long out on a peninsular rock,
she began with:
"Look at that looming vastness,
of never-ending waves rolling nearer,
seemingly trying to reach out, to greet us,
only to suddenly lose inclination, to lose
impetus, breaking into nothingness
"A symbol, she said, of what...
one could have,
already predicted somehow."
For love, for a beautiful woman like her,
destined to draw in others too deeply,
was always going to end up like this,
living existentially, braced only by each
season's vitality, with waves of earlier
romantic memories rippling forth
into consciousness, to then, fade out,
to exit her mind as quickly as they came;
the once loved, unable to be her equal,,
having never, perhaps, felt worthy of her,
may have left her emotionally vulnerable
instead....."It's tough for anyone
when passion dies...
..and we too, in return, she continued,
would be wise,
to regard exes as being the real losers, at
least, while we're still able to enjoy the bitter
-sweet luxury of not always missing them
in glorious, lakeside solitude like this.
Are you sexually liberated?"