Flying on the Back of a Guilt Trip
It was more than just the scent of her
he found lost
in a conch shell, somewhere hidden
on the coast
and which then, got to him the most ..
It was something else
entirely, that drove him back there ..
To that special place
where they once played, and made
love and where she
waved, and laughed and blew him so
very many kisses
on the occasion, of their last meeting ..
He could not cope
with all the bruising and the red stuff
or those torn blue stockings
she once used to wear, yet he did know
she was an accident
just waiting to happen somewhere ..
But he never thought
not for a single moment, that she might
take him at his word ..
Quite literally that is, or that she would
take a leap of faith
when he told her, she reminded him
of a pretty little bird
and that they should fly away together ..
Yes, it was something
else that lured him back there, to those
ragged cliff tops which still
overlook that same beach, where both his
conscience and much guilt
were waiting patiently, to take him flying
and to prove him wrong ..