I was dealing with pain,
the first night that I met her.
I felt a melting on the air
as we spoke to tell our stories
at a party of mutual friends.
Her mother schooled nodding head
led the conversation easily.
Above a long evening gown
her words flowing effortlessly
from a pale face long since kissed.
That night easily marked
the best time of my last two years.
I haven't seen eyes I'd remember
or really looked for since then.
She was ex-wife strained,
living in heart imposed exile
just lately forcing herself from the past.
But instantly her look
showed her deference,
open minded but struggling
with divorce vibrations.
Her heart well sheltered,
she uncovered, searching
within my eyes, my worth
that was leaning toward her.
I stopped and caught my thinking
my heart leaping, I was headed
into a world of pressing.
The night and time were truly hers
She'd climbed a wall and jumped
from the past, a lifetime of work.
The wishing for forever gone
wifely anxieties pushed from her mind.
Now here she was a shy divorcee
her children and her ideals
grown but always welcome.
I loved the trance,the spell,
grasping warmth from my fire.
I inhaled her perfumed words,
the spilling of her refreshed innocence
cut through my stale heart
and started my inner music.
I moved closer, a love magnet
caught up in her positive pull
with my negative world about to sail.
The first of many dances she drew to me
pressed into my arms by trusting choice.
Swaying with my willing touches
I pulled her closer and brushed her cheek,
scaring myself sick! - she smiled sweetly
and the feeling numbed my legs for a minute.
The night now lost in fervor
memories of past closeness filling my head.
The heat of her breathing
added an ardent swell to my open breast.
Grasping to deal with the nuance of her,
my nevermore ruled over by insight,
an unexpected stabbing at conclusion....
"She's got to be forever!"
I pushed up closer to her blithe frame
in her eyes I smiled to see
her wish of want to cross forbidden lines.
I felt the silly schoolboy,
rearing in me so suddenly
My heart, strained to keep control
soaring!
Only we, knew what was happening,
talking through the tall past
We reached the border of vulnerability together.
We left together laughing
right past the astonished staring eyes.
In the morning light
I was blessed with her keen smile searching me,
both of us still caressing,
in the warm sweet spent silence
the constant tangent of ripening love.
She said sheepishly,
"I'd almost forgotten!" and smiled
that afternight soothing smile
and that was six years ago.
I'm still waking to that smile
like a drink of fresh water
every morning!
A smile for every afterlife!
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Hi Eric,
I really enjoyed this one. People not looking for each other, for love...still trying to deal with pain and betrayal. Yet somehow finding each other. And healing themselves, together.
kris