It’s a story I tell with glee, you see.
But you must keep it between you and me.
One day, walking through the forest, a woman met a man.
He was one without emotion.
He gently handed her a crumbled up note, his eyes were warm.
“Forever pondering, it’s this forest I’ll keep wandering.”
She looked up at him with confusion and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could let out a sound, he silenced her.
Scribbling frantically on his journal, he ripped out another note:
“Teach with the eyes. Speak with the mind.”
Looking down at her hands, she paused for a moment and took a deep breath.
Repeating in her mind the words she had just read, she brushed her hand up against his.
“Touch”, she said with a tremor in her voice.
Her hand slowly traced the line of his torn cloak, moving upward toward his neck and onto his face.
She traced the lines of his five o’ clock shadow and admired his ever so handsome features.
He stared into her eyes relentlessly as if attempting to deny the very beauty that sat before him.
In an attempt to look beyond her glowing skin, he closed his eyes.
But he could not help to still hear, and the pace at which her breathing rose made it that the more difficult to stay composed.
He was no longer one without emotion, and as she slowly dragged the tips of her fingers across his lips, she whispered:
“Lust”
Precariously, she moved her hands downward and placed them above his heart. She leaned in and placed her ear next to it, wondering if the heart of a man with no emotions had a beat. She had thought those kinds were obsolete.
Different than she thought it would be, it was much like a melody.
A melody that told the tale of pain and perception.
The song of hate, and deception.
Standing there, he felt the sweet scent of her hair.
It was denial that he could no longer bare.
Her lips were ever so fair, and her soul was ever so rare.
Right then and there, it was for her that he began to care.
The leaves crumbled under their knees as they stood.
He put his hand on her heart and said:
“Love”
Smiling, she gently handed his crumbled note back to him.
He looked up at her with confusion and opened his mouth to speak but before he could let out a sound, she silenced him.
Placing her hands on him, she pushed him away from her and turned around.
As she walked, she turned and under her breath she said to him:
“Lost”
It’s a story I tell with glee, you see.
But you must keep it between you and me.
One day, walking through the forest, a man met a woman.
She was one without emotion.
She gently handed him a crumbled up note, her eyes were warm:
“Forever smirking, it’s this forest I’ll keep lurking!”
wunderbar!