A tale of the heart told in assonant reasoning & emotionally structured breakdown.
In splendour she did walk among the many who adored her. In warm delight she sampled at the lips of scattered lovers. Until the day she found the one who sold her charms of such response, temptation of a life unfolding, feelings that were promised.
With fevered fingers ‘twined and grasped they fed from one another. “I never need another thing than this or this or this. I’ve dreamt of hands to touch me like a million mouths were kissing.” She whispered, gasped, each rasping cry of her astounded rapture. Her need, her want, her dark desire her lover wrapped around her.
By day alone, well not alone but still without her lover, she sat and thought of nothing else: to be right there together. Undress, caress, to hold, to cling, bring wanton flesh together. So soft, so warm, damp with their love, she’d sigh and speak of loving. A glint, a tear found at her eye would illustrate her wonder. Her tenderness heard in her voice broken with sworn devotion. Her lover smiles and closes eyes and hushes her and shudders, then brings her close, now closer still to the edge. The edge of desire found. The edge of seldom felt emotion. And leaves her there. And leaves.
In day, at night, in light, in shade, she sits alone remembers. Her lover’s scent the touch the tease the sound the sight the saucy squeeze. The promises now broken. Shattered. Soiled. Now broken. Her heart a soiled token, scattered. Rendered meaningless. Still broken. Hope desire meaningless. Her body yearns and stretches. Her hand a lesser proxy, now replicates, remembers. Desolate crushed deserted broken. Broken. Desire crushed desire. And since that night, that fateful night a single phrase repeated: her lover left and broke her.
(copyright corinna tomrley 2005)