Spiral Peelings

Spiral Peelings


I recalled your face today; your hair the color of spun honey sprinkled with fairy glow in the summer sun.  I couldn't breathe when I remembered the sweet scent of you that lingerd and dusted the corners of my smile with treasured memories and regrets - regrets so hard my stomach ached.

Regrets have a way of camping out, and then explode in unexpected places, in anxious moments, or late at night. 

Your hand was always gentle, often too gentle for my rough exterior, but your kindness carried understanding.  Your only expectation was love, and as you gave it, you found your meaning.

I miss how you cared, how your soft lips pressed mine, pulled me deeper into my senses; always for me until my resistance waned and my need prevailed.  Your submission always brought me were I wanted to be.

But you will not come back this time.  My time with you has ended and all that remains is my emptiness.  I was blind to your needs and I lost the tenderness of your bosom, peeling you away from me in spirals until there was nothing left to peel.