It was the sweetest form of surrender, falling into him.
Like the walls just retreated into nothingness and the sky cleared up.
It was slow, like a sunrise. Taking its time and sweeping in gently to whisk her onto a cloud and carry her off into the sunset with the promise of a better tomorrow.
He was gentle, like a summer breeze. Like the tender crashing of waves onto the shore of an isolated beach haven. Like the loving wings of a mother bird slowly closing her young in a bubble of feathered protection.
It was dreamlike, the way he put her angst to rest, softening her endless nervousness and easing her into a timid bed of security.
Time was suspended around them, like the eternal hourglass stopped, for just a moment, and they simply were.
A space for me to empty my brain of all the poems, letters, and half-finished stories that swirl around in my head all day.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
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