Nightcap

I thought Scarlet and Destiny were meant to be
or at least meant until eternity,

lovers on screen are not what they seem and that’s how it seems to me.

The Mysterons were a better bet to get off on and that’s the hand of imagination kicking in, ticking over, getting under the skin.

She invited me in to her parlour
we listened to Schubert and Mahler
I left later and
she asked me to call her
the day after,
but that never came.

Now I’m old and can’t quite remember
was it Christmas
or even December?
it was hot so it could have
been August
not that it matters
to me anymore.

The lady in question
stands by me,
my Destiny Angel beside me
Captain Scarlet lives
somewhere inside me.
watching the nine o-clock news.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.