More (A Poem/Short Story)

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She kept the bouquets
Given in bloom
Before reverence was a ghost
Rancid lilies
On the bedside table
Patronizing her
With their shelf-life devotion

“Never again will I love,” she proclaimed
“Never again will I give,” she explained
“Never again will I chase the chaser”
“Stroke the ego”
“Be led by reins made from frays of detachment”

She told herself
Life was brilliant, easier
When she kept her heart guarded
Though at the point of sale
She didn’t buy
What she was pushing

Yet she existed without living
Thought without reasoning
Reached for tomorrow
Inside ancient history
Plagued by its confines
As the floor met the ceiling
And the walls closed in

She took to sand and sea
Cloud gazing in the dunes
Spongy beds beneath her spine
Bursts of freckles just a sun-kiss away
As she finally came to

Her fractured fairytale
Still pierced her mind
But its jabs were brief
And its frequency was fading

Oh, but she was slow
To usher in…him
A knight without the armor 
Bold and uninvited
Extracting her from that comfy corner
Of complacency

She took his attention
With a side of suspicion
Despite emotions upending
Without permission
Blending then curving
In all directions

Ah, but it felt too good

Too rare
Too risky
Too scary
Too much
Too fast
Too soon

She charted an escape
A path to resistance
Right there for the taking

She clung to it
Bathed in it
Slept in it
Woke to it
Gorged herself on it
And wore it
Like a second skin

But damn
If he wasn’t persistent
And beautiful
And so easy to adore

But surely
Her surrender
To that exquisite ache
Adhering to her frantic pulse
Was merely a prelude
To a greater pain to come?

No
Yes

Predictions were tangled
And often convoluted
So she took a leap of fate
For this joy was worth
Every maybe

When he showed her the stars
She was infinite
When he opened his arms
She fell home
When he pulled her close
Her body remembered
What she told it to forget
Its artful formation
Both courageous and kind

When he held out his heart
She slipped it on for size
Its perfect fit
Impossible to ignore

And when she let out her crazy
He took out his scars
And when she let down her hair
He caught all her fears
And when he kept coming back
She stopped asking why
And when he loved her
She loved him more

 

Copyright © S. A. Healey

 

Image source: pixabay.com

 

 

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35 thoughts on “More (A Poem/Short Story)

  1. Dear Sue! I have told You that I love Your writing before haven’t I? Well, just in case – I love Your writing! You have such clever words and use that make reading so much fun! Loved the lines – “When he opened his arms, She fell home”;

    “When he held out his heart
    She slipped it on for size
    Its perfect fit
    Impossible to ignore

    This is such an elegant piece with great imagery and flow!

    A wonderful journey from not wanting to surrender to not being able to resist!! I loved the ending! Bellissimo, Sue, Bellissimo!!
    Chuck

  2. Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
    Sue of S.A. Healey blog has a classic love poem of wanting to protect your heart from pain and hurt but also wanting the joy and happiness of love. Please enjoy “More (A Poem/Short Story)” and the wonderful journey from not wanting to surrender to not being able to resist!! I loved the ending!

    Please visit Sue at sahealey.wordpress.com and enjoy her other works.

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