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Love Tales from the Wild Side
A young vibrant woman sat quietly upon a rock. The heat of the late
afternoon glistened softly on her face as she dangled her feet into the
chilled water below. A soft wind rippled the crystal clear water through
out the otherwise motionless lake. There were a few scattered clouds that
danced carelessly throughout the sky. Beautiful wildflowers seemed to
playing hide-in-seek, throughout the quiet mountain valley.
A red blanket laid still nestled into the swaying grass. Placed neatly on the blanket was
an old wicker basket filled with food and drinks. Not far from the blanket
was a red sanded path that led to the front porch of an aging cabin. Upon
the porch a wooden swing swayed with the breeze. At the front door a tall
mysterious man stood slouching against the cabin…
The valley lay peaceful, brilliant in the setting sun and abundance of color. He stepped from the
porch, walked down the path and slowly approached her as she sat on the rock.
As he draws close, his arms encircle her from behind and encompass her in an intimate
embrace of wonder, anticipatory passion and comfort.
His eyes close and his head lays softly against her shoulder, his embrace transmitting a thousand thoughts
but not one word is said. As the soft breeze ripples the water on the lake, it
mirrors the ripples within their souls center point with slowly advancing ever
increasing rings encircling and enclosing them within. Time slows and the day
begins closure, the sun slowly setting behind the mountain in a final burst of
glorious hue.
The man stands, takes her hand in his and they saunter slowly up the path
together towards the cabin... The evening wind beings to whistle an enchanted melody throughout the
valley. The brilliant dust colors have started to fade away. The first star
has just appeared in the night sky. A nighttime chill had fallen upon the
valley. They silently approached the darkened doorway of the cabin. She lies
her head upon his shoulder as he places his arm around her waist pulling her
closer. As they step onto the creaky old porch she turns to him with a sigh and a
smile. The wind has caused her long auburn brown hair to fall upon her face. As she
goes to brush it away, he takes her hand and gently places it upon his lips and looks
at her standing there in front of him. Almost staring at her beauty. Knowing he is
watching her every move. Her cheeks brighten with a soft reddish tone and she lowers
her eyes. Her blush causes him to smile and he embarrasses her and walks her through
the door.
the room...the candles...the fireplace
the table
the night air
hmmmm...
Shhhhhhhh...you can hear the tears
My heart cries out
not so you would hear
it cries inward, not outward
surrounded by people
yet so alone
Why is life so lonely?
Why must we struggle so all alone?
Family is near, some friends as well
Yet, still, the silence
is deafening
I am lonely in my heart
and the deep recesses in my mind
and this pain doesn't mend so well
and seems to go on
The daily smiles are there
and the suits and ties
expressions are welcome
routine and things to do
and the niceties of familiar faces
But, lonely still am I
seeking but not finding
struggling to fix what is wrong
not knowing what is wrong to be fixed
A story of shared lives
touches my mind
Is that possible?
Does a true soulmate exist?
Can lives be truly intertwined?
Becoming inseparable?
More so than just outward appearances
but an inward joining?
One heart binding with another?
I wonder about things like that
and cry inside
and struggle
alone
I don't think
that life is so bad
but I really want to know
how not to feel
so all alone
They cross the threshold together, his hand in hers, hers in his, and into
the cabin. of the valley, takes center place on the small wooden table. Throughout the room,
the evidence of simplicity takes precedence, from the small wooden table to the
simple provisions; for here, the complexities of life have been filtered to a
remnant of necessity; as such, a respite from the outside world, full of simple but
pleasurable bare essentials. Fragrant candles had been burning, infusing the cabin with
subtle but alluring scents. The senses intermingle with the feelings, to find such
peace and comfort with another, and to have that played out in the greater sense,
reflected in the warmth and coziness of the cabin, seemed almost a palatable detail.
The man led the woman to a place in front of the fire. He again looked upon her
face, the soft glow of the fire sparkled within her eyes. His hand brushed her face
with a soft caress of kindness, for in her, he knew was his beginning and his end;
their souls residing one with another in this place, however simple, it was rich in the
presence of the man and the woman. Their eyes met and lingered. His arms gently
wrapped around her and pulled her closer. Their lips met, not in a torrid rush of
quickness flirting with one another, but with a gentleness and passion of one soul
reaching across the schisms of time to enjoin with another and to consummate those
feelings.
His hands brushed her auburn hair. Their lips never parted and their hearts
began to beat as one. Outside, the wind continues to add a melodic enchantment as the
stars gaze down and the night stillness settles upon the valley. The loons
quietly call their messages to one another as the night closes in, a sound not born of
lornness but of peace. The fire crackles softly, casting a cozy
warmth and golden light dancing through the cabin. They lay softly beside each
other and linger in the presence of the joy of belonging.
^WildCat^
.........to be continued.
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