DFA Writes

As beautiful as a rose

She enticed him

Batting her eyelashes

Licking her lips

And throwing kisses in the wind

Head thrown back

laughing

Eyes catching the sun

shining

watching as he ran to catch each one

trying to hold it in his hands

as long as he could

before it melted to the ground like honey.

Enamored by her beauty

he was blinded

thinking their love could bloom

but flowers can’t grow

when they have no roots

He refused to believe

that it was not love,

so holding on to false hope,

he held onto her.

He felt the thorns of her beauty

press up against his skin

and held her even tighter,

the thorns piercing his skin

until he bled.

He slowly let go,

deciding to wait

on a rose that wouldn’t grow.

Not for him.

The night sky

sprinkled with stars

covered the houses with darkness

as the shadow of a man

stood on his porch,

watching.

 

Silent and still,

he waited for a sign

that things were okay,

that she was ready.

 

Waiting patiently on her

as he had been for 5 years

he knowingly felt in his mind

that she would come.

 

She would come

because she loved him

had always loved him

would always love him.

 

So for this,

for her,

he waited,

he watched,

watched over her,

watched over nothing.

 

She would not come.

Hand lightly placed in yours,

our fingers woven together, as

unspoken words float in the soft breeze

whispering love into our ears.

Our hearts beat in unison

in this God-given moment

pleading for infinity

but lasting only a few precious minutes.

Giving my heart, now sharing my soul,

asking only in return that you

embrace me with your silence

kiss me with your eyes

and quietly love me

til the day that I die.