Still she finds you taste like the purest water.....................
Does anything make you feel guilty? Such as memories that drift in and out of your mind or perhaps, the sinful taste of chocolate. What about when you reach up to touch, the marble steps where your pride once walked.
She thought you knew her heart was breaking still she would be waiting for you with purple ink seeping from her pores. Did you know then how such a narrow field of silence would have her tripping over her own bittersweet lines?
She watched you read those pages repeatedly smiling like you received a medal of honor; then lean forward with nothing to say at all. Did you ever consider the rose-colored glasses she wore.
She knows that you have never pretended to be anything other than what you are still she finds you taste like the purest water. If you listen carefully, you can hear her calling out for another drink of you.
In the meantime, you leaned forward to stroke her hair without ever turning on the light. While the world wished, it could too.
One might almost believe the man is actually Neva's muse, rather than an actual person--though, of course, a person could be a muse. Perhaps, it is the man's seeming perfection and unbelievable indifference that make me think he is Neva's personification of writing as unfulfilling lover, with its unrelentingly high expectations and unreachable ideals. Which, of course, are only projections of Neva's "unrealistic" standards; standards which she miraculously typically meets and exceeds.
Whatever Neva truly intended, this is another superior work.
Neva, I find parts of this to relate to very deeply. Perhaps not as you intended, but on a personal level. You are a master of capturing emotion and beautiful imagery. :) Thank you for sharing.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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