Initial Thoughts

 

 

Initial Thoughts

I'm (Of an age), Ive never described anyone as a jalapeno

Before.

Now, I have.

But a sweet one, fiery,

But with a lovely aftertaste.

You opened the door,

To me, my dream,

Messed reality,

How? Is that even possible?

Three days it took me to recover.

You drew me,

From the shell, old, brittle,

Hermit.

Naked, vulnerable, released,

Realised, re-awake....

Smokey grey eyed vixen,

Over enthusiastic perhaps,

But steel, no rust.

Deeply drawn, deep down,

This hermit steps to the cave mouth,

Scary breath, of fresh air,

And that cliff-edge love.