The death of a lover ........

One moment
she would be like a tune you didn't need to recognise
in order to dance to

and he would shuffle with his eyes closed
smiling
slowly savouring the warmth of anothers body
for a tune is a fortunate pattern nothing more or less

but the next moment she might be a harsh noise
scraping
or a dull thud in his day
and there would obviously be no dancing then.

One moment she might be beautiful
a deliciously healthy ache
spreading light
perfumed
faint

but
the next moment her pupils
would contract
and it seemed then that she being cold hard ugly
as metal
hated him.

He was and is a sensitive man .
And I think this last factor made him see red.