{"id":6801,"date":"2021-03-16T19:25:16","date_gmt":"2021-03-16T19:25:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=6801"},"modified":"2021-03-16T19:26:53","modified_gmt":"2021-03-16T19:26:53","slug":"la-vallee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2021\/03\/16\/la-vallee\/","title":{"rendered":"La Vallee"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The luminous process of the owls was nearly at an end and the silence of the valley was slowly returning<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">From our bed I could see a heat mist gathering above the trees<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was unlikely that we would stray far from the veranda due to the heat<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In an hour I would collect the drowned insects from the swimming pool<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was a thankless task as the doomed creatures would return and drown during the night hours<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Insects are immortal in the valley<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You were lying on your back staring at the rotating fan that quietly hummed above us<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I looked at your breasts and desired you but I was trapped in my own torpor<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A bead of sweat ran down your arm<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I caught it with my finger and watched it dry within moments<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This was our sixth honeymoon<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Honeymoons are always taken in the valley<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After bathing I sat in a wicker chair looking at the erotic fruits<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You were naked and taking a swim I envied your composure<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A native brought me an iced tea in a tall lemon glass<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The poor man was watching your light recreation with sad eyes<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He realised that you were unobtainable and wanted to kill us both<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Resentment often festers red in the valley<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The luminous process of the owls was nearly at an end and the silence of the valley was slowly returning From our bed I could see a heat mist gathering above the trees It was unlikely that we would stray far from the veranda due to the heat In an hour I would collect the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6801"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6801"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6801\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6801"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6801"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6801"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}