Speed of Sound

She stared straight into the dark void, avoiding my troubled yet curious gaze. A small teardrop silently found its way down her cheek, past her lips. I could see the chaos ravaging her mind, bringing flashes of painful memories that no joy on this earth could ever vanquish. The sea breeze ran playfully through her silken hair, ignorant of its inability to wipe the tear off her cheek, or the memories from her being. The faint light of the street lamp accentuated her slender shoulders, but refused to play any part in hiding her sorrow.

They don’t define you, girl, those memories are just that – memories. You live in the present, you are my present. You are with me. I watched in anguish as she struggled to find words to hide her thoughts. Trust me, for all I have to offer is trust, and I won’t pretend to have your love. Yet.

I reached for her hand, as she withdrew hers.

She looked slender, although her body’s soft skin was filled out to its narrow limits in a charmingly harmonius and symmetrical way. Her face was oblong, with a high forehead and delicate features. She had beautiful small eyes with a sweet dreamy look. Her nose was petite and thin, flaring out a little at the nostrils. Beneath her tender lips, a tapered chin descended. The pure, fair skin of her cheek revealed a beauty spot of intensely pure black. Her flowing soft tresses brushed against the embroidered drapes, like scarves of silk against velvet skin. Her delicate yet profound smile raised storms of uninhibited rapture in the hearts of all those who experienced it. Her shapely ears adorning long earrings of unfathomable grace, much like the grace of the silver mane that runs along the back of a black arabian pedigreed stallion. Her shoulders, subdued, yet sporting confidence of divine proportions, that can only be a product of the knowledge of one’s own beauty.

Imagination running wild…..