Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
She wanders through the garden, stopping from time to time to press her nose into a fragrant rose. He loved this time of year, he thrived in the fresh cool spring season. Oh, how she misses him, and those days and nights spent in this very garden. Her most precious memories are those of summer, and balmy afternoons spent beneath the willow tree, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Closing her eyes, she can almost feel him even now, caressing her sweat glistened skin. The smell of lavender dancing on the air reminds her of his rough hands as he toyed with her desires. She became whatever he wanted her to be, a wanton nymph who would fill his every need.
They needed no one else, for theirs was a love that grew more potent with each glance and every touch over the years.
He’s gone; she lives for only her fading remembrances. But sometimes in the heat of a summer day, she hears his voice whispering to her in the stifling breeze, Come to me.
And even though she is old and bent, her blood stirs at the thought of him. Soon, my darling, soon.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Inspired by my poem, Under The Willow
Written for Magaly’s Telling Tales at Poet’s United
Oh! Love!
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Thank you so much!
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Linda, this tale is heartbreakingly sweet and truth-touched. Her love is timeless and ageless. And I really like that although she misses immensely, she still living… enjoying the things they used to delight in together… finding comfort in knowing that one day they’ll be together again.
P.S. I love the painting, too.
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Thank you Magaly. And I absolutely loved the challenge.
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Sublime! 😍
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Thank you!
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Every word of this rings with authenticity. Just a lovely read!
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Thank you kindly Sherry!
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Poignant and sweet.
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Thank you Sumana.
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Lovely. So sweet and touching.
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Thank you Rosemary.
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So touching, especially since my husband and I are like them — sort of complete all by ourselves. I sometimes wonder what will happen when one of us has to go on alone.
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Thank you so much for your thoughts Sarah. I wonder that as well about us.
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