Response to previous comment - for want of a more amorous title.

I dare say things would feel better were you to be in my bed, our eye-beams twisted upon a double thread- (Ah ha! I can do poetry allusions too if I dig deep enough!) but I don’t think it would help the cause. 

What fucking cause?

I see spectres of the wronged and righteous bearing over dreams of you, fingers pointing, wagging, whittling their stakes. I hear chiding, chastening, vengeful voices in my head and the distant sounds of Furies unleashing their hell-hounds to find and follow my scent.

But Pah!

All that between remembering with a smile your skin against mine and how easy it was to be with you and simply enjoy.

Aaaargh! 

I don’t know your plans and neither it seems, do you. How can you? It’s just the one-day-at-a-time-one-foot-after-the-other stage and I salute you for bearing up thus far. 

You know there’s no pressure from over here. Whatever whims or wants I might have, I live mostly in my own sweet bubble upon whose filmy (& occasionally filthy) screen your delightful image flickers and shifts.

And as for your freedom, I wouldn’t have it otherwise. I’ve never been one for shackling.

But,  rebound - beware (I shall be). Take your time. Fanny about if you wish. I am not the only goddess in the pantheon nor the only heavenly body to strump about this universe.

I’m going to shut up now because you are talking at me from the wings, which is disconcerting (and also the reason why all the above is really rather crap).

Of course you’re welcome here but I am too loathe to be complicit in your bastardry to encourage it so. So - shrugs - just let me know.