CHARISMA

He wore an aftershave called, ‘Charisma.’

With an aphrodisiacal and addictive scent.

That curled and twisted like smoke from a ignited bundle of incense, perhaps as earthy as sandalwood, or as spiritually evocative, as frankincense

The meandering smoke warming the spirit during an evening that would have otherwise been chilly.

Dimmed lamps, draped and patterned, with warmly coloured, scarfs of silk from India

Softly, playing his guitar, strumming and plucking, with the vibrational, buzz of fingers sliding along steel strings.

Then a singing voice with a gentle and almost perfect, velvety timbre

Calls like the masculine form of a Siren, to a seafaring feminine pirate

Under the shinning moon that sends rhythmical waves to caress the sand

Over and over

And

Over

(C) Jayne McClure 2021

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