My poems always find you. Let them, as you know that every heart has an affliction and yours is forever mine to take.", Mina's voice was cracking with each word as she read the small note aloud. She drops her hands to her side, looking around as she stands on the stoop to her apartment. Her eyes searching frantically for someone she hopes not to see.
For months now Mina has been stalked by an unknown man. He leaves what he thinks are love notes by her door, on her car, in her mailbox, even had flowers delivered to her at work. She's gone to the police numerous times, but without a...
My hands are rough and calloused not soft, the same as my language. It is not given to me to speak soft words, which while sweet, are soon forgotten. Besides, “I love you” and “You’re beautiful” I should soon be lost and adrift in my sea of ignorance of pretty words.
So what has brought us to this?
Was it that moment you caught me looking too long before speaking or that almost imperceptible measuring look that found something more than just good and decent…leading to a different smile than I’d seen before as you gazed steadily into my eyes?
She eased her way to the river. Only light came from the moon. She looked hard to find that strange man. Her heart fluttered she began to shiver. She could see in his eyes their hearts were in tune. Her temperature went up when he grabbed her hand.
Her dear skin dress fell to the banks. She prepared for the passion she had felt building since they first met. She presses into him her river flood upon that kiss. In his bashful thoughts all he could say was thanks. Easing into the flow of her river steamy and wet. He asked as he looked will you marry me miss.