He is still not sure.
Whether she is real, or a figment of his imagination.
She came to him when August was rich and scented and heavy . A rare, almond-eyed beauty with raven black hair and perfect scarlet-painted lips. Her body was sensual, soft, deliciously curved. Her innocence was breathtaking.
She held out her hands and said ‘please teach me’.
Except that now he is uncertain if those were her words. Or just the sound of the late summer breeze rustling in the green leaves.
The rain fell instead.
It is now almost winter. She still ghosts his days with uncertainty. She haunts him. She utters promises, seeks forgiveness, offers everything.
But she yields him nothing.
She vanishes the moment he tests the air around her with purpose.
Yet perhaps she is not there at all.
He shrugs his shoulders. In this moment he decides that she is but a creature of myth and legend. A wild-eyed, seductive spirit sent to steal his sleep. Only a shadow.
He has no time for shadows.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Photo stolen from Pathogens (Melissa)
November 13, 2013 at 5:44 am
Mmmmm, there is always time for sensual shadows. This is dreamy…perhaps beautifully haunting.
November 13, 2013 at 8:12 am
Thank you. I appreciate your reading and commenting.
November 13, 2013 at 10:39 am
Yes…. Beautifully haunting
November 13, 2013 at 11:42 am
Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed
November 13, 2013 at 4:20 pm
November 14, 2013 at 5:46 pm
It is often amazing how much time we spent pondering shadows, isn’t it….
November 14, 2013 at 10:51 pm