1/ The morning sun warmed the dew from the opening rosebud; a bee visited the fragrant heart of the rose; the breeze tumbled a petal to the water, drifted the pale petal across the surface of the water. You surprised me gently.
2/ I thought - hoped - the emotional baggage was safely in the locker, just for once, just overnight, but like a Houdini homing pigeon it escaped, it came back. Like a smart missile locked in on thought patterns it found the target, penetrated the armour, and suddenly just after midnight I knew how Cinderella felt, her new world ****** back through the vortex, as the life we call real returned.
Suggested (not exactly inspired) by a visit to Cuba, where the local currency is the peso and the language is Spanish. When I assocaiated "dos pesos" (two pesos) with "dos besos" (two kisses) the germ of the poem was set.