Asleep

She turned over and switched off the light. The muted glare from the outside street lights stopped the room from being pitch dark and left her just able to see his face.

“I watch you when are sleeping, you belong to me”

The refrain ran through her head and she smiled.

Dark lashes brushed his cheeks as he lay wrapped in sleep – unaware of her presence. In sleep he was wrapped in the arms of some unattainable beauty no doubt.

This is it, she thought.

“Tonight you’re mine, completely”

Another refrain.

She lay next to him, not touching, except with her eyes and her eyes caressed his features in the semi-sad certainty that this would be the only time she would ever have this chance to watch him sleep. In the morning he would be gone and the bed would be cold.

With one last brief smiling perusal of the child-like openness of his face in repose, she laid her cheek on the cool, white, cotton pillow case.

The Jar of Olives

The jar of olives sat on the table. The bare pine was scrubbed and spit-clean and the sun casually looking in at the window added warmth to the wood.

Black olives, smart, smooth, glossy, mature.
A sensual pleasure on the tongue that curls round its rich splendidness.

Green olives, full-bodied and sumptuous. Sophisticated and succulent.

Green and black.

Like the chocolate, also lying on the table, Green and Blacks. The unwrapped end revealing its treasure and spilling the smallest of crumbs onto the surface. A delicate mix of suaveness and naivety.

She leaned across and stroked his bare arm. Looking up she met the all-seeing sloe-black eyes that looked into her soul.

She was so green.