Before The Tears Come…

by Alethea Matthews

And I see you, standing near the trees, beautiful, alluring, exquisitely handsome, shining with all your might, like the smothering sun in the clear blue sky, like a house left standing after a tsunami, like the stars in the moonless night, like gold in silver, like love in hatred, like a ray of bright light in the melancholic darkness, like roses in thorns, like me in the whole wide world.
And I blink, for there is nothing else I understand that I should do.
You come near me and it doesn’t take a moment before I can feel your breath lingering on my neck. And there I am, flying through the wind, with your hand on my waist, dancing on the sound of the crickets.

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