candy man

At first, she had a hard time listening without judgment as he told her all about himself and how he held onto her for so many years… instantly dismissing him with what she called common sense and realistic logic.  Yet there was something that drew her to him; something she couldn’t explain… deep within– she knew there was something extraordinary waiting to be discovered between them.

But it wasn’t until the first time they laid together; before they even touched… that she tasted the power of their connection.  She still couldn’t explain it; but she could feel it… rich and warm and enveloping her in an incredible sense of belonging right there… right then… with him…

And when she let him into her body, it was like she let him into her spirit…  the shock of his size, his weight heavy over her, the dreamy thick i-can-barely-breathe-this-air feeling…  all too much to take yet she could never get enough closeness like that…

All the stories she had locked away in her mind and her heart…  the ones that never took flight… that lost their momentum in the space between her mind and her fingertips as they held black ink filled cold silver…

They were really nothing more than vague recollections; dreams floating on the wind… merging together like moisture in a dark cloud, dumping tears like rain before dissolving to make way for the sun’s powerful rays…  

Like everything, there is a cycle to those stories… birth… life and finally death; maybe best laid to rest as memories of who she used to be – buried deep within the protective grasp of the same  little girl who kept the secrets to herself all those years… 

After all… the man he is can see them anyway…  holds his fingers steadfast around her own; keeping her secrets safe and her heart open to all that love can be.

© jmr/04.11