Don'T Tell Revised
A cold drop of water fell on my eye, awakening me from a deep sleep; I felt
peculiar, gazing into the mirror and observing the once abundant freckles that
had appeared to fade from my unplanned withdrawal.
"Today is cleaning day, bedroom first."
Singing along with Madonna, I washed my walls of antique white and rearranged
the dust-ridden furniture. My brass bed that had been neglected for so long was
decorated with an ensemble of white satin ~ oh, so gentle, and the window was
washed till it...squeaked.
After standing quietly for a long while, I removed my oversized black and white
flannel shirt and felt the sun's warmth on my breasts.
"Perhaps my freckles didn't completely fade. Damn, the men like my freckles."
"Oh, my, the neighbor just pulled in, better button up."
Next, I hung exquisite white satin curtains that brushed the floor, and just prior to
polishing the sturdy oak floor, randomly scattered candles of violet, blue, white
and crimson.
Finishing touch...a crystal chandelier that I had wanted for so long...heroic...
hanging from the ceiling, capturing the sun dancing in hues of red, purple, pink,
yellow,
"should have cleaned this room months ago; what took me so long...?"
Showering, the warm water enchanted my slender body, and never before had I
felt so peaceful...so sure. Slowly massaging my thighs with vanilla cream, and
gazing into the mirror, it appeared that freckles yet coveted my nose...breasts...
legs...
Summer embraced my waist tenderly and softly whispered the secret into my
ear...
"It's time," convincing myself not to be terribly harsh.
I proceeded downstairs, poured a glass of white wine; then...
I politely told my lover to leave.
Copyright © Tamiviolet Manchas | Year Posted 2007
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