Key in the Lock

Before him, there was nothing to run her teeth up against.  No ink, no metal, no razored skin.  No 31 flavors.  Just a lack of affection, bookended by a silence punctuated only by the sparest exchange of words.

And before him, those sparest of words were flat.  Nothing contained within any number of letters or syllables to electrify her senses.  And while the physics of sound remained unbent, so did the insignificance of that sound.

Before him, before the trinity of her was set afire, her life was a closed door. 

All before him. 

When he gave her passionate kisses.

 

 

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Common Ground

If only I could walk a mile in your shoes.

And if only you could walk a mile in mine. 

Look past muddled misunderstanding, and see true intentions.

But we stagger barefoot in the dark, tripping in circles, stepping on each other’s toes.

It’s time to bring out the combat boots.

Lace them up for the duration.

Lean on each other, and side by side,

Fight like hell to walk miles of us instead.

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Reactive

There is an elemental quality to heartache.

Raw, intense, saturated.

Anything but smooth  or refined or gentle.

And in her world too prone of late to peaches and cream.

She’s done with muted pastels.

Embracing her heartache, like any emotion, as vivid color.

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the rarest chords in the soul’s harmonics Are found in the minor strains of life.

E. Wheeler Wilcox. Life’s Harmonies

 

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the rarest chords in the soul’s harmonics Are found in the minor strains of life.

E. Wheeler Wilcox. Life’s Harmonies

Battening Down

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Sometime, before the end of summer, I will need to reinforce the buttons on my coat.

Ten anchors sewn against black wool, threads loosened by the wear and tear demands of last fall and winter.

And sometime, before the end of summer, I will need to reinforce my heart.

Ready it for the wear and tear demands of this fall, and winter, and seasons yet to come.

A  heart that will need its own anchor.

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By way of explanation, my daughter is graduating from high school in two weeks.  Significant changes are afoot for me.

 

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Next of Kin

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Like a glass of water tipped into the ocean vanishes, our youthful shoulders touch only for a moment. 

A masquerade of closeness.

The golden hour light illuminates my smile, while the hurt of your indifference hides in the shadows, just beyond the edges of the frame.

A lifetime in black and white, spent chasing after your affection, comes down to this:

We are blood. 

And nothing more.

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When it came to color, my preference was black.  You can’t go wrong with black.  And as for the promise of longer, fuller lashes, of course I wanted those. Hypoallergenic was a must.  Naturally, I would prefer that my brown eyes didn’t swell shut.  I’m already about as blind as a bat. And never tested on animals?  A guinea pig should only wear makeup if she wants to, and then only if she follows these same guidelines.

The only thing I forgot to consider when selecting new mascara, was whether or not it had ever been tested on crying mothers.

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