Ellen's Tears

I went back to Osprey’s reach last week and what a trek it was over the dunes, pushing through the vegetation to reach that idyllic secret shoreline.

I came back to talk to Ellen who I used to meet here secretly all those years ago when we had that fling…no, I lie; it was a passion like no other.

She had that little signal to me of biting her lower lip and looking me straight in the face and letting her eyes dance upon my senses so that I knew we could make time stand still as the heavens contemplated our love making.

Silly me, I still come back here half hoping that she will be waiting for me all these years later to greet me with that special look so that we could feast on one another again and the world once more would shudder to a stop.

But no, not this time nor indeed for evermore as I come now only for that sweetness of love that I possessed for such a short while when I was Adam and she was my Eve.

I reach back now to breathe the scent of the sea, hear the cry of the seabirds and taste the salt water as I kiss away Ellen’s tears of happiness.