Scent!

That sweet alluring scent made him turn

as she walked closely by

long fair hair glinting in the early light

just catching a glimpse

but the exhilarating smell lingered on

for her he did so long!

 

Could not lose the smell absorbed within

an image of flowing hair

intrigued to know what her image could be

frustrating his manly urges

just a glimpse but their auras had touched

why did he like her so much?

 

With an ever rapidly growing intensity he saw

an image with snarling teeth

in his decreasing waking and sleeping spells

the same form repeating

yet always the smell of that addictive perfume

his whole being did consume!

 

For an endless time had this pursuing torment

oblivious to any reality

afraid of another visitation of growing intensity

unable to grasp the cause

or comprehend the link between that meeting

and scent as his life was retreating!

 

With a jolt he opened his now heavy eyelids

his first sense to return smell

a blond woman by his side the scent strong

smiling and holding his hand

the one so sure that filled his every thought

no more to be sought!

 

She told him they were  married his new wife

but it did not ring true

the scent overpowering he felt blissfully calm

maybe this was his life

without actual proof  this existence was real

yet had a pleasant feel!

 

In truth he was in a deep coma after being hit

by the woman drunk driver

his last conscious moment was her expression

the blond hair of the paramedic

the scent recently put on was him at the scene

the injuries worst they had seen!

 

Now forever in his virtual perfect world Locked!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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Over Night Stay!

It was a chance sighting for her

passing the quaint pub

returning from a job interview

confident it went well

but it was late and she was tired

yet happy and inspired.

 

Needing to have an over night stay

this was an ideal place

no need to deviate her route home

pulled into the car park

entering within the pubs inner core

on polished wooden floor.

 

The atmosphere serene and quiet

soon reaching the bar

enquired about bed and breakfast

to a nice woman there

who said this service was provided

she’d stay here decided.

 

Plain and simple the rooms unique

four-post beds as well

at that moment felt an odd sensation

had supper and a drink

then went up to retire for the night

now it had become twilight.

 

As she got in the bed an impression

like a person was sitting

to sleepy just settled in soft sheets

turning off the small lamp

from the bathroom a shape emerged

towards her it surged!

 

Giggling heard followed by a soft voice

a cold breeze made her shiver

now somebody was beside her face

a gentle pull of the hair

yet was not afraid a female essence

nothing made any sense!

 

The next morning woke with sunlight

through curtained windows

refreshed showered and dressed

early breakfast and tea

enquired about the room and history

a girl had died who a mystery!

 

Leaving contented at what occurred

a touch on her back

quickly turning nobody was close by

needing to find out why

had she been drawn here truth to seek

a lost spirit trying to speak?

 

She knew there must be a return visit!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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