Roger Noons
Cocktail Valentino - with paraquat
You sent me a notelet, it had a picture of red roses. It was in an
envelope with a first class stamp. You addressed me as dear, in your best
handwriting. Your perfume lingered on the paper. I was hesitant to read it,
fearing the worst. But then you said you loved me and would do so forever. You
added lots of kisses for your beloved Alan. But my name is Malcolm
My Darling
Cocktail Valentino
When you walked from the shower, your hair, soft, wet, dark brown
ringlets; I fell in love with you all over again. When you smiled and let the
white, fluffy towel fall to the floor, I melted. I could not speak. You looked
so beautiful and you told me you loved me. It was unbelievable. I was afraid to
touch you, in case you weren’t real. Then
you spoke my name, MY NAME.
BIO - Roger Noons began
writing in 2006, when he completed a screenplay, for a friend who is an amateur
film maker. After the film was made, he wrote further scripts, then began short
stories and poems. He occasionally produces non fiction, particularly memoirs
from his long career in Environmental Health.
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