She examines her defenceless giant attentively as he bathes

he, the one who is a portrayal of rare full-fledged innocence

wonders if the macrocosm inside his head replicates the one outside of hers

hopes against hope that locked within exists a rainbow’s multi-coloured arc, or

is all this lost upon the extraordinary self, empty of speech, hearing and sight

unaware that gesture is the only language he bestows

touch and smell his native inside-out lone connection


She communicates best she can

upon his awakening she is always there

her ‘hello of sorts’ a lover’s tangled tongue kiss

no passion though, they are not lovers

more that sharing of her unique taste

serves to let him perceive her, recognize her

always has him gift a beaming smile her way

she wears the self-same perfume each new day also

helps him identify her proximity


Aids him out of the bath

warm towels, warm heart care

time for drying and dressing

the palaver of dressing irks him, induces a frown

regardless he is immune to nakedness

within his ambushed consciousness

his curious dominion, not for him

the embarrassment of the earthly collective


The sun shone the day before

albeit keeping a caring eye open

she chose to let him wander the lawn uncovered

from nowhere a summer storm brewed, small hailstones

she watched as he held out his palms, threw his head back

greeted the spheres of water ice, an air of amazement, no suffering


The eternal ‘what next’ frustrates her day; muddles her mood

she undresses, calculates he may not know human beings come in two packages

her hands upon his chest, fingers spread wide, sensation of touch inviting

invitation accepted, he mirrors her actions, stroke for stroke

his look curious, questioning, captivated

no folly in innocent exploration


A telephone outside of his realm rings

might be important, she pulls away

notices he sheds a single loaded tear

from which continent of emotion it heralds

likely she will never unearth





    • On a decent fraud case I would get into part and try to think as would the miscreant. We enjoyed reasonable success yet sometimes one or two got away…generally when the client was mean with the budget on offer.

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