The road can tempt a man to escape even in the heat of paradise.
The damn
road
It was a cold winter day in late December.
I awoke with my love. I kissed her face and lips and whisper "Good morning. "
Her beautiful young body
pressed against me so tightly.
I
could hear her heart beating against my skin.
I put
my face into her flowing red hair.
I wished for this moment not to end.
I found her again.
She broke my heart years ago. I try to escape her memory by going to war.
The damn road put us back
together again.
I escaped to war to
lose her memory and now I'm swimming in warmth of her
flesh and looking into beautiful blue eyes yearning for laughter and joy again..
She told me I must get
up. It was getting late.
I was driving from Michigan to
California that morning.
I brought her
closer and could hear the road calling me.
I watch her dressed.
She was as beautiful as when we were young and our hunger
to love was possible.
I saw in her
face. The joy in her eyes to have me with her.
So funny I also saw her desire for me
to leave.
We share a meal and many
tender kisses.
I waved goodbye and I
saw soft tears in her eyes as I drove away..
I should of turn back and never allowed her to leave my
life.
But the damn road and my heart
couldn't take losing her again.
Such sadness that you carry. Your words making it personal to the reader as well, awakening memories, we all wish to leave forever dorment of loss. It was well presented. Easy to float upon with no snags. Completely beautiful! Thank you for sharing :-)
As usual, you show that you have known much and feel much. Your tales of love and loss always convey your sadness and your sorrow so clearly. I do feel for you greatly.
What a heart-wrenching story! I love it. I love the theme of the road--as though he has filled the part of his heart that she could rest in with the road, and at the end, he has to pick, and maybe he didn't make the right choice. A sensual piece. Awesome poem!
KH
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