From afar, of course, this blithe spirit thought me younger,
or perhaps a missing puzzle-bit completing the image of her
favoured age.. nevertheless….
On each lunchtime seafront walk,
a young woman on a regency balcony
feigned wanting me as her lover.
As Monty Sunshine syncopated
with raging waves,
Hardy’s Eustacia, dressed 20's style,
kept eye contact, swaying provocatively,
long black ringlets undulating
with the jazzed up tempo.
Complying with this calculated risk,
distance was respected, but,
how body clocks are deceived
by hormonal kicks,
for as hints became less subtle,
each rejuvenating moment,
left my inner persona feeling ageless,
reliving some lascivious moment,
opening this gift clothed in gold satin,
holding her nakedness
to my lips with gentle hands,
drawing deep breaths
to pervade all awareness
with her fresh sweet fragrance.
But, each time, a gentleman,
I turned away into the leeward breeze;
worthwhile love has a temporality.
Lack of worldly experience,
and bottle-bottom fashion glasses,
saved her from knowing
Bill Bailey's homecoming
Goth:2020 AKA Clym Yeobright of Herne Bay