The Walker

The Walker Blossoms virginal in the evening light; night moistured air presses heavy against the skin. Caressing; arousing. Stems cascade over fences in green velvet; furled heads engorged dusky pink, promise and invite. Passionate; inflamed. Spiced perfume thick, smooth, Jersey cream; sensually enfolds like a lover’s warm, moist touch. Spent; languid. Grey executives or tired teachers, busy doctors; worshipping the secure sameness of a good neighbourhood. Prim; proper. Middle class, neat houses, trim lawns; wealth and position displaying, public trappings of success. Enigmatic; perplexing. Such currents run beneath this urbane facade; passions spent within, unannounced to those at large. Save one. How alike we are, watcher and watched; drugged like vernal sacrifice by Jasmine’s physical scent Me, you.