Is love like red wine or Lucozade
By pumadelta
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I had hands to keep you warm
But they wouldn’t stop bleeding
I’d caught them on the grater whilst
Grating carrots to put in your Greek salad
Brought in on an olive green dinning plate
With chipped edges, because I always
Threw them down on the counter after heating
Them in the oven, cracks showing, absorbing dirt and germs
We bought a takeaway. Chinese if I’m not mistaken
I ordered it from, yes, lucky dragon, because they
Made the best beef curry. So beef curry it was,
Hold the vegetables because that way you get more meat
With garden peas because they add a little colour and
Don’t take up much space.
Spare ribs in honey glaze sauce and plain chow Mein
Which looked like silk worms but tasted great.
So the table was set and I had order earlier because I was
So excited that you were coming to visit.
I ironed my crumpled checked shirt and shaved my head
And face because I didn’t want you to think
I wasn’t trying to make a good impression
You came early, and I had just finished hoovering the navy blue
Carpet in the passage way. I asked if you wanted one of my
Special coffee’s or merlot…merlot was your favourite so maybe
The question served no purpose
So we chatted and ate and drank for about 3 hours or so
Then embraced…then down the stairs we trotted in the
Cool night air. I backed you out in your silver blue Peugeot
And you did your window down to say good bye.
I could have proposed to you that night but I was going on a
Date with someone from Birmingham on Sunday
So maybe it’s best to see how that turns out
Anyway the last time you were here, we were on our second date
And to tell you the truth I didn’t feel anything except admiration
And respect for you. Surely that must count as something positive
So we kissed and it was a-bit awkward because of our situation
I mean being in the front seats of a small car with seat belts still on
In broad daylight, in the car park of the afro Caribbean centre, where
You were dropping me off…no definitely no chemistry…later on
You text me and told me that too…still I was prepared to see
If things grew naturally…but you were adamant that you had to have
That feeling right from the start…
I dated this polish girl once. Her name was Beata, which later on I
Found meant beautiful…and another interesting fact was that
All polish women’s Christian names end In the letter A…ummm interesting fact
But I never found out why. She had a small son named artur…same as
Arthur but drop the, “h.” he was a lovely child but had anger issues
Because of his biological dads treatment of him…bless him!
Beata was a real looker we met on the internet and it was love at first
Sight for me, if there is such a thing…ok I’m a grown up so I would say
That I found her extremely attractive…she didn’t make a big deal about me
And for the next three months I would meet her at the train station
In Nottingham and we would spend a good 4 or five hours together
Little did she know I was on leave from a secure forensic mental health
Institution…not that I was a forensic patient…I was just there because
That was the only place in the hospital where there was a long term bed.
Artur grew to really like me and even though he couldn’t speak a word of
English we communicated like natives from the same soil…
And me and Beata would just chit chat about everyday things
Holding hands occasionally but never kissed in 3 months
I wanted to kiss her but had too much respect for boundaries
So I was happy to go along with it the way it was.
Then she said something to me after taking me to her home for the first time
And making me a meal of homemade breaded chicken breast…baby potatoes
And two veg…she said Sean this is the way polish women express their emotions
To a suitor, they take things slowly and let things develop naturally like flowers growing in
The soil. I have to fall in love with you and it takes time like this meal I’m cooking you…
so I have to blend all the ingredients right, then cook slowly so that the dish
Will be just right…
it was really insightful what she said and I admired her more for It…
after the meal we sat on the sofa whilst Artur watched Polish cartoons…
I held her hand and I had stopped smoking…then she realized my hand was shaking
That was the beginning of the end…I explained that I was on medication,
And tried to explain the mental health system to her…bless her she didn’t really
Understand fully and got freaked out…
That was the last time I saw her and Artur…except for on face book.
I did contact her and tried to explain that she shouldn’t put pictures of Artur
On Facebook that showed him nude or in just his underwear because of
Internet predators…she didn’t understand.
I still have her email address but I’m tired of trying to get a response out of her
As she’s moved on and so have I. I mean that was five years ago…but what she said
Still rings true, you have to court and fall in love that’s the way they used to do
It in the old black and white movies…everything nowadays is so microwave cultured
And fast paced…we have to feel a spark, immediate chemistry otherwise it’s not what we want
Well you have to see how things go, go with the flow, see how things develop
As love is something which can change with passing seasons and so can feelings
So really is there any science in this chemistry thing we 40 to 50 somethings
Are so passionate in feeling…
I asked you when he kissed you did you feel butterflies
And you said, no moths…lol….it was funny but sad too…because no matter what
You felt you know his casual attitude towards you is killing you…but you’ve got that spark
That feeling, there’s chemistry…I’ve even used the phrase on occasions myself to
Explain my cast offs…the lack of it…
I’m not a believer in it anymore and I think the old way's the best
Especially when everything else gels and then chemistry
Is like a bottle of merlot…best left till last, matured, cultivated and sipped
not like Lucozade drank in a hurry for a quick fix, giving you hic ups and is gone too fast
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