Recalled To Life

His heart ached as he looked at her Her eyes had no sparkle She walked ignorant of the fact That her footsteps rocked his world That she exuded sexuality She walked unaware of the magnetism Of her form The sheer beauty of her hair as it caught the sunlight She had been robbed of so much He knew He knew only too well That she had been crushed That she had hidden away The passion that was once a flame inside her He knew why But he also knew her too well to believe That the fire had gone out He knew… The embers must still be glowing It killed him to know What that beast had done to her He had made her believe the lies Made her feel undesirable He had robbed her of her femininity Locked her up in a prison of domesticity Satisfying his own needs His own way And leaving her An empty shell If only he had rescued her when he could If only he had been the man that she had needed This wouldn’t have happened But he’d heard that she was free again Well, abandoned The brute had run off with another woman And had left her To fend for herself He wanted so much to able to Recall her to life! An “accidental” encounter At the local supermarket Products scattered everywhere Was she aware Of his beating heart? “Thanks,” she mumbled And then the intake of breath As she recognized him And brushed back her hair He couldn’t help it It was impossible To keep desire hidden from his eyes She must have seen For color came to her washed out cheeks And that nervous twitch to her eye That he found endearing. “Ah…thanks, again..” Barely a whisper The blank expression back And she turned away And he was left Wanting in the isle The “accidents” grew in frequency Finally….after months Of being there for her Of showing care to her She was there In his bed Looking at him Unable to mask the The unertainty in her eyes But in his, no disguise This was the moment To recall her to life Patiently, gently, …and with superhuman constraint He put his needs aside As he made her feel needed Beautiful, loved Gently caressing, whispering, kissing, touching As though this was her first time He saw her slowly start to melt Into his kisses Her body start to warm To his caresses Her eyes start to reflect The flames of his desire He whispered every dream he’d ever had Of this moment into her ears As his hands claimed her Quickened breaths Flushed cheeks Delirious sighs And then…. The transformation complete He looked at the beautiful woman Who commanded passion Love to distraction Vitality and life Exuding from her body Her voice beginning him To not hold back anymore But to take her body and soul Finally letting go… And then in the afterglow She looked into his eyes And smiled that brilliant smile Of a woman well satisifed And she whispered “Thank you…. Thank you for bringing me back to life.” Eileen Manassian Ghali Inspired by the term, "Recalled to Life" from the book Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens