She sits; slouched over by a railway station dressed in black, hand resting on her knee, inhaling smoke from her cigarette. The train arrives, exactly on time and she takes one last drag before she puts the fire out. Its been a long day.
She looks around at all the pretty faces, perfectly made up and worn down to the bone from the day’s work. The life she has grown custom to is nothing more than a bad movie stuck on repeat.
She boards the train head down, bag over her shoulder, momentarily blending in with the crowd, all with the same desire to finally be home. She resumes her former position; slouched over, head down, her body on the ground but her thoughts floating in the air. I pity her captured soul.
Her stop arrives and her sad features light up with the small promise of comfort that only home can bring.
There she goes down the street, hips swaying side to side. Her perfect, rhythmic movements shift the eyes and turn the heads of men and I too am swept off my feet, high off of nothing more than her aroma.
Head spinning and heart racing, I take her hand and in that single moment, our worlds collide. She looks at me, eyes soft and loveless, and clutches my hand to her body. She nods and a knowledge passes between us that wrenches and tears at my heart. Tonight, she needs only a lover.
I am one with the elegant movements of her body. I trace the curve of her pink lips with my finger then kiss her gently, savouring the moment when our lips finally meet. We move in perfect harmony. She leads and I follow. This dance continues through the night. I’m hungry for her; for her body, but I ache for so much more. I am taunted by her as she claws at my body in lust and ecstasy. I see what we could be; she sees what we are.
I feel strange. My mind is racing and even though she is with me, I am alone. She is beside herself; retreated into a place I cannot follow; a place where I long to be. I wish for nothing more than the ability to give her the world and anything else her cold heart desires, but I am afraid.
I whisper everything I know she needs and deserves to hear. She pulls me close to her naked body and flashes me a smile as she looks up into my needy, hungry eyes. She tells me I am the one she needs, wants and loves, but words are only words when they lack emotion and those eyes tell me something that gorgeous smile does not. I have given myself to her completely and there is still nothing behind those shining emeralds.
We slip into routine and I find myself caught up in the endless movements of the world. Where I thought I found love, I found sorrow and heartache. I chased after a dream and it led me to ruin.
We walk along the beach, and together we watch the sun in all of its glory fade away. I watch her tight lipped, hoping she’ll share her secrets as I have shared mine. My eyes follow her graceful body as she walks away from me and my heart sinks deep down, past the depths of the water before us because I am lost without her beside me.
She is standing on a small sand dune facing the water as the last of the sun’s brilliance disappears before her. She raises her arms to the sky, the wind tousling her hair. She is beautiful, invincible and free. Time cannot touch her; I cannot touch her. Yearning for love, I walk away. She watches, bewildered, but understandingly. She returns to the waves and watches their constant movement and I am left to begin again.
We slip into routine and I find myself caught up in the endless movements of the world. Where I thought I found love, I found sorrow and heartache. I chased after a dream and it led me to ruin.
We walk along the beach, and together we watch the sun in all of its glory fade away. I watch her tight lipped, hoping she’ll share her secrets as I have shared mine. My eyes follow her graceful body as she walks away from me and my heart sinks deep down, past the depths of the water before us because I am lost without her beside me.
She is standing on a small sand dune facing the water as the last of the sun’s brilliance disappears before her. She raises her arms to the sky, the wind tousling her hair. She is beautiful, invincible and free. Time cannot touch her; I cannot touch her. Yearning for love, I walk away. She watches, bewildered, but understandingly. She returns to the waves and watches their constant movement and I am left to begin again.
