Crossroads
it’s not so much that he didn’t love her
he did love...but he didn’t think to love
yearning swallowed up in the striving
the thriving
the living as she held down the homestead
provided...kept...nurtured...her needs swallowed up in
her children..her home...her stifled life
the postcard existence“...I swear...if I hear how lucky I am to have him
one more time...I’m gonna scream!”
She’s a beautiful woman...a good mother...a caring mother..she thinks...and writes sweet words that touch the heart...and bring tears to your eyes
and a lump in your throat...she has so much to say...and no one to hear
beautiful words that ache to roll off her lips ...to grace the ears of the man she loves...incite his lust to feed the burning hunger in her loins
but he’s away and...she’s alone“...I swear...if I hear how lucky I am to have him
one more time...I’m gonna scream!”It’s not so much that he meant to love her...at first
He was a friend...they talked...he listened...He was a confidant’...at first...a sounding board for years of feeling stifled...years of feeling unfulfilled...until their hearts touched
and raced...and their bodies touched
and raged...and her beautiful words flowed...a raging torrent of tribute to her lover......her muse...her secret...to the love...to the pounding lust they shared...to the heavens she felt free......to soar
it’s not so much that she intended to leave...the thought came around time and again
trying to find a place to take root ...in her mind...in her heart...in the midst of her duty to the life she had chosen...she was not free......to flee......nor was he...it’s hard to straddle the fence...no more than a train can ride divergent rails“...I swear...I am lucky to have him...but if they tell me that one more time...I’m gonna scream!”She’s a beautiful woman...a good wife...a caring mother...and she writes...and thinks...and writes sweet words that touch the heart...and make her cry hot tears...she has so much she cannot say...and no one to tell...the memories come around...again and again...they make her weep...and smile......wistfully. DT
Sometimes someone comes along
they have the ability to see beyond
the shutters of ones soul - -
To see beyond the twinkling in
Greeneyes...
Reading every line on ones face.... GEL
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