The Singing Butler

By Jack Vettriano


The Singing Butler
by Me

The wind blows tugging at their clothes
caressing skin, clouds
threaten her red dress, and his dark suit.
The butler’s umbrella protects sheet music,
while the maid holds her hat.
The butler sings to the rhythm of the waves,
his deep voice floats across the beach
while the couple dances,
gliding in familiar step.
Her toes sink into the wet sand as they turn
he leads holding her close, her perfume
urges his heart faster,
she smiles, eyes closed.