Keeping to the Rhythm of the Lady
It was her, the thief that stole what did not belong to her as though borrowing the item of life. It was my source and contribution upon the world of make belief, it was traumatic and disbelieved like the tunes and lyrics from a jazz player, we sang to it and played with it and made a success from it.
We listen to it with our hearts and it was stolen like the love letters for my love or the precious stone for a lover, it was stolen like the history pages from the slaves back and the blood on the floor from all the war that was stolen and reclaimed as her own by nature.
She made it and moulded it as her own, she stole it and kept it like a child, security from the world and all the stealing eyes she kept it, repeating it, nurturing it and like a secret that is not revealed she fell in love with it.
It was her soul that found attachment on it and clinched to it as though her only purpose was to survive and ensure the safety of my possession. Like the keys of a piano, she played with it perfectly, knowing the keys for which doors that allow the tears to flow and cover the bar floor of the place we met and where she stole it from.
This is the place she stole it from, she stole it this night with her eyes and lips, her smile and cheeks, she stole like a unintentional lover that breaks your heart or lover that loves to love another while loving you.
This is her, the criminal, the conflict, the trouble maker, she is this woman that is pregnant and wants what I have nothing to give, but bears all I have. She was the silent hush and whispers that tingles my ear buds as though a breeze said my name and mentioned love in between the sensations.
I loved her as no man should praise a woman so much, she was the all and centre of my all there she lays and stays asleep to be awaken only for the truth to be told of a love lost.
She is the ugly truth that is revealing and bleeding through my heart, she is the reason, she is my reason, and she is my thief, what a cruel joke she has played.
Good write! Sad ,beautiful, complex and kind of familiar intricate patterns ..thank you for share.
thank you Elena, it is a terrible thing to be inlove but even worse to break someone elses heart