ivy
he tells her he loves her. she turns away. a light breeze blows a wisp of her soft brown hair revealing a slender fair neck . the air smells of ripe pineapples.
he moves closer. the waxed floor creaks. he places a hand on top of hers. she turns slightly to face him. he catches a whiff of the scent of her hair. she looks deep into his brown eyes. "let me love you." he bends his head to kiss her. his soft lips tender on hers. they are perfect together.
she places her head on his chest. smiles to herself at the heightened beating of his heart. his arms are strong around her shoulders. he will not love any other. he will not leave the island if that's what she wants.
but she wants someone else. someone who wants someone else.
the embrace is too quickly over. dreams are too quickly gone.
but not the scent of her hair. not the weight of her head on his chest. not the feel of her lips against his teeth. not the broken promise in her eyes.
her name is ivy. he will not forget.
he moves closer. the waxed floor creaks. he places a hand on top of hers. she turns slightly to face him. he catches a whiff of the scent of her hair. she looks deep into his brown eyes. "let me love you." he bends his head to kiss her. his soft lips tender on hers. they are perfect together.
she places her head on his chest. smiles to herself at the heightened beating of his heart. his arms are strong around her shoulders. he will not love any other. he will not leave the island if that's what she wants.
but she wants someone else. someone who wants someone else.
the embrace is too quickly over. dreams are too quickly gone.
but not the scent of her hair. not the weight of her head on his chest. not the feel of her lips against his teeth. not the broken promise in her eyes.
her name is ivy. he will not forget.
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11:04 a. m.
19 comentarios:
i hopped onto your blog seeing the pic of the butterfly you have posted.saw it on transience's blog.i want you to know that the pic is BEAUTIFUL.loved it!
ashes: tnx. it's actually a whimsical dragonfly. it's a tattoo on my back.
you are breaking my heart.
i will think about this post driving home tonight.
the dragonfly on your back is a wonderful mirror. these words are so fragile and so bitter sweet.
god ,u are so inspired ... i'm envious.
Cool.
I might just have to think about that one for a minite or two here....
Rock On!
pardon me for treaspassing, but i find your nook a good read.
he, she, chest, hand, lips, floor, kiss, waxed, shoulders, arms, neck, pineapples...
i knew i shouldn't have smoked pot before i read your post. dang!
Ivy has a way of twining around things and working it's way into things so it isn't easily gotten rid of.
My dear bismuth, why is everyone writing romantic posts which make me sigh!
This was lovely, as are all your posts. There were some parts that make me wonder, and other parts which made me smile.
May I ask if this piece drew it's parallel from real life? For it sounds too true.
Sigh...
I'm coming across a few brilliant blogs today, from one to another and I must say, I've seen some wonderful writings....and yours is one of them. Very nice. Loved that post.
trans: i'm breaking my heart too. like you said, rub rub till it's very raw.
mussolini: i contemplated on your plan to simplify your life by keeping just one bag. sis, you'll find it impossible because believe it or not, i (the girl who does not need a bag) have 6. think about that. besides who else would lead the designer clad life that i can only dream about? it has to be you. it's much fun that way.
cj: the dragonfly can also be so still. when it hovers over a pond for example, it gives off an illusion that it's just floating, like it's wings aren't moving at all.
ennui: ah, my friend. it's because ivy is suddenly so real.
jax: even with the pain there's a remedy and we'll be alright - hootie and the blowfish
rex: thanks for dropping by. hope to see you again. and thanks also for the comment.
jey: feel free to drop by anytime. tried visitng your blog but i kept being redirected to this weird site. anyway, see you again here soon.
pan: and i should have tried pot when i had the chance!
stan: you couldn't be any more right.
:m: : sadly, yes. ivy is the dream my moi can't forget.
nicole: sighing back. tnx for visiting.
mitzzee: thanks. there's beauty in sadness i guess.
you confuse even me. ivy is what?
ivy is moi's first love. and you know how it is with first loves. as in the words of his friend, "he poured himself dry to her." whatever that means.
"he poured himself dry to her."
-- > this sounds nasty.
dude, it's never too late. especially not for pot!
-- smoke marley and be free.
this is heartbreaking.
i like your style. everything's so there. nice.Ü
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