"Disillusion Land"

Prose poetry

We lay in the clover beside the river that afternoon. As I looked into Maya's golden green eyes, I felt the fullness in my belly, and the warmth of the wine spreading through to the rest of my body. She looked away briefly, and opened her mouth as if to speak, but it was obvious that the moment had passed. She rested her gaze upon the dappled, sunlit sparkling water of the river, the reflections dancing on her cheeks like butterflies, and fell silent, gazing wistfully at the reflection. Something moved between us in that very moment, and she grabbed me tightly and hugged her head close to my heart, a subtle desperation in her eyes. She pressed her face deeply into my body, and when I looked I saw that her eyes were red and rimmed with tears. I cradled her head and held her, but inside I knew that things would never be the same. We slowly gathered our things and got up and walked away from the river's edge, both of us feeling as if we'd aged a thousand years

Reviews

[SyberRose]

I enjoyed reading your words..I interpreted it to be an afternoon of romance for the first time for the
the couple...becoming a woman and a man for the first time...or maybe she just told him she was
pregnant...now that will really change a situation...nicely penned Armand...Rose

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The parting of ways is the hardest chapter to end... the distance at that moment seems immeasurable... yet the feeling resides that the road ahead will have a fork... and both will go on... a route of their own...

[Pryde Foltz]

Beautiful piece, Armand. You are a fine expressionistic writer.

[Armand D.]

I left it open ended to the reader's own interpretation. I do that a lot, or at least more than most writers do.