I used to read them all the time,
and then one day
they began to pour out of my mind
always looking
always trying to find the right rhythm
then one day,
in a fit of tears I realized
I couldn’t feel the words I wanted,
or I couldn’t hear the passion,
or I knew that life was just not the same,
so the words,
the beauty of such sensuality,
an erotic dream,
an imagined fantasy,
beautiful story in lovely minds,
her eyes, his physique,
their anonymous unbridled sexuality
were no longer mine
to create
inside the mystique of my own quiet beauty
her beauty,
her unimaginable humility,
her remarkable silence
has given me reason
to know love is forever,
yet, I will not travel in the same surreptitious
lanes I once found comforting,
I’ll alone
know there is truth in the elegance of a word.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 