From My Short Story 'Lonesome'
Her hand upon my neck she swung herself around.
She placed her other hand on my cheek and looked deep into my eyes.
Her long black hair fell beyond her waist. Her smile of love turned to sadness.
She spoke,
“Oh, you are not he for that my heart longs.
Now I still feel all sadness in my songs.”
She continued.
“For as the sun arose and the light filled my room,
I waited for my love, as does my empty womb.
Where are the hands that do caress,
And where is he soothed by my breast?
Mirror in hand my beauty for him.
A stroll or a ride or a romp on a whim.
Together with him I’m ever complete.
We lay under the stars in a field of wheat.
Next to me I tremble with delight.
In his gentleness I put up no fight.
I’m never afraid where he takes his love,
Beyond the heavens soaring far above.
Stay with me a little longer, don’t go.
Your soul in mine I’ll never say no!
As his hands they travel my slender frame,
He whispers so gently to me, my name.
Glinting in moonlight his beads of sweat,
I wipe with my hands, his brow so wet.
He looks deep in my eyes and can feel my heart.
Our breathing the same please lets never part.
His head on my breast, my hands through his hair.
For a moment together we both gasp for air…
That night long since gone my love off to war,
He never returned my heart ever sore.
Each morning I wake the light fills my room.
I wait for my love, as does my empty womb."
Her hands upon my face she looked deep into my eyes…
I felt her love and the love she lost.
Her broken heart and sadness filled my soul.
She turned away and walked into the mirror.
Copyright © Pernell Rodocker | Year Posted 2014
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