Tears not of fear, his fear, her fear, life fears or affairs, but of his beard that would tickle not her cheeks or her lips that would get raw from the immense pressure of his wired hair, but of her heart that was once full of love.
Truly departed not from her heart, but of her sight, her vision, her life. What was once daily visions and nights of delight are replaced with a dimmed memory stuck by her side.
Nightly dreams of what was once sugar plums and sweet treats, nights of guitar strings filling their ears, taking them to coffee houses far and near are now plain and discreet.
She walks in a dim world of shattered glass floating, awaiting to puncture every happy romantic delight that pronounces a love for her.
Not wanting to be touched by an enchantment of any sort, but only of his tickling beard.
Illustration by Clare Owens
Beard love by Cami*Star
Forming words upon your body was a cursive of loops and turns.
Each round was perfected with practice.
Dripping fluid now upon my fingers.
Love was your foreign foe,
Lust was your migrant friend,
Unable to speak the words,
Yet able to speak in heat.
My heart used to light up when I saw the glow of his face. He truly was MY firecracker. I put my fire to him and saw him light up. I looked forward to our dazzling nights. But that is all it was.
Dazzles at night without any light.
I knew he had love for his little fire cracker yet he never wanted to lite it up, He spent almost every night, picking it up, dazzling it, Yet he just could not put his fire to it. Was he afraid of the beauty that would light up the room? Was he afraid of the dazzling that would take over his life? Or was he simply just not into that firecracker.
The inevitable occurred. The lights went out.
I always kept one foot in,
the other out,
Trusting you was always one inch closer and one foot back,
Reeling you in was an
I was unable to measure up
to whatever you desire….
He held onto bits and pieces of her true soul. He can smell her high when she is on top of the world. Jumping and floating around her beautiful world. He can feel the dark clouds when they are covering her up with a blanket of darkness. He can smell the ever ending pouring of her rain drops.
He can see how big her heart is and how much love she spews out. He desperately wants to hold her golden heart. He wants to feel her unconditional love. All he wants is for her eyes to see his own love.
Instead he watches her fall. He can sense the love she has for “him”.
Takes over his essence.
He tells her she deserves the world! She deserves all the love in the world. He affirms the fact that he knows her true soul and all he wants is her.
But her heart belongs to him. To the man who can never love her. To the man who can never be hers.
And they both walk away suffering…..
I understand. I get it. Some are open to….
All words comprised of ©camistar 2015.