To the Left

Just a little farther, I think to myself as he sits on the bench. Just inch a little further to the left…

It’s a funny thing those dark eyes. You really only get to see them shine in the light. Light eyes are easy to love. You see them all the time. But the brown ones? Those dark pools of onyx are magical. In the light, oh in the light!

There it is, in that light I see the gold highlights, the auburn embers, the hot-colored speckles of passionate red.

It’s mesmerizing, intoxicating, and comforting all at the same time. I crave that sunlight, I need it. Now if you could move a little to your left…

 

Teardrops

There once were two lovers

The kind you read of

Perfectly imperfect for each other

But the world was cruel

It turned passionate rain-drenched kisses

Into desperate tearsoaked fits

Where once two great loves stood

Now only cowered a broken soul

Beware fairytale creatures

Not all endings are happy

Even if the love is true

Inside

Please don’t stop

I’m sure I understand

Are you ready as I am

Do you feel the same

Are you ready to begin a new life

With each breathe I get closer

I feel you there too

If it happens together

If you finally do

I’m begging you honey

You have the key

Unlock this puzzle

Reveal level three

Numbers Guy

So tell me Mr. Numbers Guy, you’re so good with this and I’m so bad so school me. I’m not good with math, please help me understand it.

Exactly how many were there? How many times did you step out on me?

Note: I didn’t say cheated, cus definitions here are vague. I want to know how many times you searched outside the marriage for companionship.

How many times did you try and create a bond with someone that was sexual? Or romantic? Or possibly one or both but you’re not sure? So you have to pursue it, but how many times? How many women have you let think you cared for them, when you were telling me you were faithful? How many times would you have cheated if you were addorfed the chance?

I want to know them so at least I can start to know this person whom I never have met, and know how many of my friend’s cryptic “your man is in my DM’s” posts are meant for me. I imagine it’s awkward for them when I like them on Facebook.

Baptism

Remove every strip of who I was

release me from my broken mind

this body holds more anguish than I care to admit

Wash it all away and let me begin again

Who I was is not who I am

my mistakes make me stronger, smarter, better

your Love passes over my being like a wave of fire

Wash it all away and let me begin again

Clear soul, heart, mind, and conscience now

I present to you my bare naked flesh

be careful with my wounds for some of them still bleed

Wash it all away and let me begin again

Take me in your arms, show me Comfort

Take me in your heart, show me Love

Take me in your mind, show me Trust

Wash it all away and let me begin again

Brunch

He climbs into her car and inhales her sweet body splash. The adrenaline rush from sneaking around makes them both shake as they embrace.

“We have to leave, we can’t stay here she’s shopping nearby. Let’s go.”

The driver takes off to the motel as he pulls together the cash he carefully squirreled away without his wife’s notice. They only have a few hours together and can’t waste a second, so the typical area traffic makes them both even edgier.

“Two hours please” she says as they grab the room key. The place is what you expect, a shitty roadside motel. The kind of place built for affairs and day hookers.

The room itself is gross but they don’t care. They have been talking, dreaming, writing about this moment for over a year and won’t let anything ruin it. It’s not about the room, their spouses, or anything else other than their own passion and desire.

The hours fly by as they entwine themselves with reckless abandon. Not a care in the world as they shower off the stench of their betrayal. He texts his wife as they leave and head to the diner for their cover story.

They cuddle up in a booth, play footsie, kiss, and chat. Relive the memory of their deepest darkest secret, the one they will take to the grave. He knows her husband won’t stand for this, even if caught he’ll deny this ever happened. He must protect her and this at all costs, even if it means he loses his wife, he cares not.

No one will ever know the details, even they will have different versions of the same stolen moments. However I like to think that the reality of the story, is far more scandalous than I could ever dream up.

Tied

Tattered and tangled I pull from my pocket

A length of string, but don’t know where I got it

Red in color and as thin as a hair

You almost can’t see it, but I know it’s there

It twists and it turns before kinking in knots

Still have trouble keeping it from my thoughts

Impossible to release and unable to forget

The ending of this story seems to me: dead set

Press me for details and none you will get

For I have secrets here that are too delicate

Sharing with you just doesn’t make sense

I’d rather be elsewhere, please don’t take offense

For that string in my pocket is fit to be tied

And the other end I know I must find

Destiny and Love might await my arrival

But to be truthful I’d be content with survival

I’ll take up this voyage, and set my course

Untangle the line, and discover it’s source

My Love I am coming, it’s frightfully true

There is nowhere to hide, “I’ll find You”