MADISON

She stood upon his shoulder a grand gesture of her unquestioned trust in him. A father of few words, a sojourner from a far land. He had a plan but she knew it not. His body would be dead and buried beginning to rot before the vows he bought were delivered in full. His voice within her soul still consoled and made her ever more bold.

Resting upon this ice cold rock the frozen tundra awakening a slumbering soul, she found his gaze rest upon hers. It was unheard of for her heart to attach to any other, her reach was unique and grasp sleek. Never before had she found herself wanting of lovers or affection in the manner that was common of women her age. She was prone to other predilections, besides her selection was to refined and taste defined. She wished for fine detail, a slim appearance, unobtrusive, yet striking in its subtlety, an appeal that revealed an ability to take the time for loyalty. A committed soul that was brilliant and bold perhaps even an arm upon which to rest when old, but by now these dreams had been sold.

Her tone less then morose, yet crisply sobering, provoking an effortless glance. His appearance did enhance the appeal, perhaps his essence was real. She could feel inside herself a prevention that reeled in pain she couldn’t explain, a lacking ability to restrain sensation that sought gratification in his eyes lancing stare that cut right through her straight cut hair even when her back was turned she would yearn, desiring his attention to acquire that he might notice and admire her for her proverbial ability to think cleverly and produce with her awakened creativity a hidden beauty in her architectural engineering of this foreign reality distant from the gravity of social humanity.

“Might he, maybe bring me into my own identity, providing a home for my soul, a body to hold, a shell to quell the swell of hell upon which I find myself dwell.”

He found it difficult to hold back his tone and under express each elation. It was a gratifying sensation of internal celebration a devotion to joyful emotion. He felt her sorrow and prayed for her tomorrow. He asked for the opportunity to walk her corridors to wander through her souls halls to touch her hearts walls and darken the doors of her memories and perhaps find a gem of forgotten dreams. He found himself more frequently dwelling on her presence even in waking reality. Glances didn’t satisfy, he wished to be entranced, projected into her mind, appearing there at each moment of remembered despair to remedy her habit for wandering off into forbidden things in fenced off territories with safe boundaries that prevented aimless injury. He felt her frustration and shared in her depth of sensation. It was more then imagination, it was spirituality felt in the depth of his being, bringing him back home to childhood beliefs that someday he would bring a woman that to him was chief the sweet relief of salvation from the haunting thief of grief, as he absolved her every debt of regret in a realm of memories she’d rather forget. He wished not to neglect her soul, but together embrace with hands to hold, made whole. His heart was full, even leaving meant he was once by her side and that brought him a sense of pride he could not hide. A grin on his face replaced life’s trivial chase, abandoning waste of unchaste haste. His calm demeanor an expression of composure that drew her ever closer. 

She knew as he did too that their love was true.