because of you part ii
The sleek, soft legs were intermingled among mine on this tremendous morning characterized by a dim blue sky, cool sheets and a gentle breeze wisping the curtains of the bedroom window. My best friend, my lover, was facing me stretched in peaceful slumber, embraced in pure light as my eyes opened to experience her radiance. My fingers and hand drift upward from my side without thought or hesitation, gracing her neck, flank, chest and abdomen gently. Every curve, every shadow, every depression are absorbed through the touch of my fingers. They are so receptive to the beauty that they explore that vibrations created by the lines in her flesh resonate through my finger prints as if my finger were the needle of a record player and her flesh the album. The wondrous tune permeates upward with gentle electricity through my arm, elbow and clavicle before diving into the depths of my thorax. The energy reverberates freely throughout my chest and belly. As the music fades in louder my entire body tingles with the vibrant melody of this wondrous album. i am overwhelmed with expansion, peace and beauty.
With this sensation a cello quakes through my soul into her being as the orchestra continues to build. My middle finger the phonograph needle, my index finger the bow of the cello move slowly along the lines of her chest. Her eyes peacefully open, appearing magically blue as a morning smile unfolds. I need not utter a word; she knows. She whispers quietly, “Good morning. I love you too. I love you so much. Where is that music coming from?” i smile. She then says, “I will miss you. Goodbye.”
i awaken from the dream of my long-lost friend and lover, my wife. She is gone, forever more.
Goodbye.
Written for Search Engine Stories – Because of You
This is really like an exquisite piece of music covering the themes of love, longing and loss. I ache after reading this – for you, and for everyone who has lost a love.
Selma, i thank you for the ache, but i contend that you should perhaps be happy for my experience and that wonderful dream i had this morning. Both have played an elegant role in the composition known as my life. i am thankful.
Such a lovely dream to wake from! I love the analogy. Very enjoyable read.
Thank you so much for the compliment texasblu. The dream was enjoyable as was the waking. Other segments are not, but they are growing less numerous.
Sad. Happy you can take a positive slant to it though.
What is the day without the night? Thanks Lauri.
Exquisite and poignantly beautiful. As full and rich as the sound of a cello. I especially love the line “…as if my finger were the needle of a record player and her flesh the album.” Really lovely – thanks for the read!
There’s a bitter-sweet beauty to your post. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks, David.