Thursday, September 30, 2010

Stepping back from the moment

Stepping back from the moment was I think a sign of maturity, and sense. That surprised me as much as the impulse that prompted the stepping back. Mid sentenance I noticed her lips, and a forgotton memory eased free. An involuntary smile flitted across my face, and a gently laugh was surpressed.

Her lips were familiar in the way that a mother is familiar if you have met the daughter. She had the same lips that Mel had. Except she was a woman, and Mel is still a teenager, and ever will be. Mel was my first kiss. Mel is the standard all others are measured against. Mel is still 15, even though I have grown on.

I can still remember the sensual nature of that kiss, and fancy that the taste has never really left. But most of all I remember the big feeling from those small gentle lips. How could this little person have such power, and how could such a small little part of a person evoke so much.

And here in front of me is a stranger with the same lips, (but the adult version). So I had to step back. To enjoy the memory, and to ensure I did not get lost within it. Such Tempation! I have quietly added this moment to the memory of Mel, and will enjoy it on the quiet afternoons this winter. A little warmth to keep the blues away.

Friday, September 24, 2010

oneword: hostage

you've returned, and as always, are holding me in fear. i want to flee for my life, but you have cemented me right where i stand. i am stuck. i cannot move forward and there is definitely no turning back. i hate you for this. i hate you for this.

one day i will break this hold you have over me and i will escape. i will never be afraid of you again.