A Love Few Ever Find
Some love arrives quietly, then proves itself unmistakable, a rare certainty many spend a lifetime searching for and few ever find, understood best in nearness, not words.
Some love arrives quietly, then proves itself unmistakable, a rare certainty many spend a lifetime searching for and few ever find, understood best in nearness, not words.
He closes his eyes and she is dancing again, head tipped back, dress swaying, and for a moment every worry in his day goes quiet.
He asks it twice, once for each of them, and answers before she can. A love that feels less like falling and more like something written before either of them was born.
His stare lingers, and a cool breeze sets goosebumps dancing across her arms in perfect rhythm, her pulse quickening before she can name the feeling.
A memory surfaces without warning, carrying the calm of two bodies resting in the quiet after passion fades. Some feelings return exactly when you need them most, as if they were waiting.
His smile gives everything away: the off-color white of his teeth, the widening eyes, the muted logic, all before he says her name.
I chased success, popularity and money when I was young. Then, she stepped into my life like a red rose and those dreams faded like clouds on a sunny day.
Feet eased into the slippery crevices of a reef at noon low tide, saltwater at the waist and a vision cast toward the endless plain where water and sky meet.
Men strut like roosters; women reconstructed to a shifting standard of beauty and I sit among them, a fluorescent bulb in a dense, fabricated room, waiting.