1 <br />The morning sun warmed the dew <br />from the opening rosebud; <br />a bee visited the fragrant heart of the rose; <br />the breeze tumbled a petal to the water, <br />drifted the pale petal across the surface of the water. <br />You surprised me gently. <br /> <br />2 <br />I thought – hoped – the emotional baggage <br />was safely in the locker, <br />just for once, <br />just overnight, <br />but like a Houdini homing pigeon <br />it came back, <br />like a smart missile locked in on thought patterns <br />it found the target, <br />penetrated the armour, <br />and suddenly <br />just after midnight <br />I knew how Cinderella felt, <br />her new world sucked back <br />through the vortex, <br />as the life we call real <br />returned.<br /><br />Paul Hansford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dos-besos-a-brief-love-story/
