REKINDLED LOVE
On a lonely beach
Dinner for two
Is what you chose
Heart pounding
Hands sweating
Mind unfocused
Speechless
Beside you
I stood
Arm in arm
You guided me
And whispered
Be with me
Stay with me
Live with me
Lighter than air
Softer than silk
Warmer than summer
You embraced
Me whole
With gentleness
You kissed
My lips
With tenderness
I reaccepted
A ring’s
Caressed
My heart
My soul
My life
Has been
It is and
Will be
Only for
My true love
You, my Husband
They may seem like
micro events for others
But your acts of love
Are treasured in my heart
To recall when your gone
Tire you come home
With car keys in hand
You say, “Let’s go and
Set your cares free
Be relief and find peace.”
When you hold me
Your heartbeats ring
A triumphant melody
No words are needed
To know I’m safe with you
Honest words you speak
“Choose your movie
But please forgive me
If I fall asleep before you
I’ve had a challenging day”
At night, you kneel
By my side and pray
For the nightmare
Returned and stayed
Our child in trouble again
In the morning, I wake
your foot next to mine
I smile, you’ve remembered
What my heart need to know
I’m on your mind and in your heart
FLOATING RINGS
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Golden love
Never revealed
The rings of ice
My heart would
Feel from the one
Who loves me
By their darting
Icicle words
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Dedicated this post to all dose who found the day of love, empty from broken promises.
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Yet, know someone’s love never sends ice, cold darts and leaves you with broken promises, for His love for you is always abundant. God himself will take you in his loving arms and coo your hurting soul, every – single time.
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(Fictional Story)
He sneezed on our hamburgers and fries.
I handed him a napkin and pushed my food aside.
He placed the scrunched napkin on the table and passed me a note.
I read, while he finished his rosemary flavored fries.
I’m breaking up with you. My therapist confirmed, my allergies worsen since I met you. Your hypersensitivity gave me an uncontrollable itch and a rash that will not go away. You know where. Without moving my head, I glance at him.
He slurped his drink, sniffled and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
I reposition my body, faced away from him and continued to read, Your moodiness has left me susceptible to loneliness which has given me sleepless nights and my performance at work has declined.
He stretched his arm and yawned as he tilted back his chair.
I kept reading. Your need to bathe at night and shower in the morning, daily, has wiped my immune system with every illness known by my mother. Therefore, you must move out, then I can heal from your weirdness and get healthy again.
Carefully, I folded the note in the same way he had it, gave it to him, pushed myself away from the table, took out my hand sanitizer and stared at his pale face. Yes, I am a bit OCD. It worsen on my first year of practicing medicine. Which happened to be the same time I began to work with Dr. Hide. He kept asking me out and I kept letting him down easy. He was uptight in the surgery room and way too loose outside the OR for me.
With my arms folded, I said, “Stephen, I’ve put up with you long enough. Playing along with your fantasy world has gone to far. I agree to have lunch with you because, we are both professional adults.” I stood up and handed him my notice.
He opened the letter, read it, then screamed, “What? You can’t leave me. I’m moving out. Didn’t you read my note?”
The hospital cafeteria went numbly silent.
With a poised and calmed voice, I said, “Dr. Hide, I want to make it perfectly clear. We, never lived together only worked in the same room while I played along with your fictional plots. Now, you have to find another anesthesiologist who will play along with your make-believe stories. Maybe your therapist or your mother can help you find the one who can cure you from all the diseases I caused you.” I turn around and left my letter of resignation with the chief brain surgeon. Whom, I had actually fallen very fond of and his quirky games.
As I walked down the hallway, I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. I glanced behind me. Stephen knelt on the floor.
I faced him.
With both hands behind him, he said, “Marissa, please, don’t leave me. You have been my favorite play mate.”
I dashed to him. “Dr. Please get up. You are embarrassing me.” I felt sweat beats forming on my forehead.
On one knee, he brought before him a blown up glove and said, “Will you marry me?”
A ring hung from the glove. Nurses, doctors and patients watched with elated expressions. Oos and awes seem to synchronized with the beeping heart monitor.
I said, “What took you so long.”
He stood up.
We hugged.
He whispered, “So, you will stay?”
With a smile I responded. “I never was going away.”
“Oh, you got me. You got me good. I was scared that you were truly leaving me to face my unorthodox behavior all alone.” He chuckled and turned beat read.
“Never, as long as I can start bathing at night and showering in the morning.”
“Can I join you?”
We kissed.
Everyone laughed and applauded.
Oh, sweetie, how did you manage to grow?
I’ve been gone for weeks and forgot to leave you a drink.
Look at you, you’re amazingly beautiful.
The radiate glow of your peddles are beyond belief.
I dare not look away, for I’ve been stricken with love.
You’ve stolen the words from my heart.
No adjectives can I find to describe your elegant form.
I’ve taken a photo of you.
Maybe, in the future, I’ll come up with a poem, a short story of hope or possibly a song.
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Photo Challenge – Growth.
Fiction: Short Story Thursday
Slowly, his fingers slide between mine. My body melted in his embrace. Unwilling, my lips left his. My boyfriend held my face and whispered, “I must go.” He neared, nibbled my ear, then said, “I’ll call you.” He pulled away.
Speechless, I stare into his brown eyes.
He took a step back, blew me a kiss and got in his car.
My lips trembled. My heart raced. I couldn’t speak. Don’t go.
With his Volkswagen packed, he drove away.
His promise, “I’ll call you” splashed on my soul like an ice-cold shower, awakening insecurities. What if he doesn’t call? What if he never return? What if he meets another girl in grad school? Why didn’t I say, I love you? Tears draped my eyes, I tightened my fists. His hands no longer in mind. I grasped the hope that he will come back and I will not be abandoned. Continue reading Letting Go Made Room For Insecurities
Like frozen steps
I remember where
We first met
You came to study
I came to work
In the library
Me not engaging
In your interest
Yet, I smiled
It’s good to look
Back, and rekindle
My heart
The ocean’s silence echoed
loudly off the walls of
my empty heart.
Emerged in a memory
I sat savoring the taste
of your rich love.
Within my thoughts I
found you and there
I truly lived.
As if Night kissed Day
its darkness
caused her sunrise
to blush before
he went away.
Rain drizzled
Onto your skin
By the Light-post
Your color shimmered
Bewitched I soaked
While I fell in love
(note: I try to describe the image on my photo for a blind follower who writes fabulous poetry.)
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