The Preparation

The Preparation

I stood out on the balcony
Centuries-old stone beneath my feet
I watched the glowing moon in the night,
I watched the raindrops fill the sky
And as translucent clouds passed across the moon
I let myself take in it's unique spell
Taking in the feeling of the rain as it ran over my face
Cherishing and welcoming
My emotions of the earth surfaced
As I waited
For I knew she would be on her way here soon.

Now inside my room
I reach to light each candle of the iron chandelier
My fingers trace it's swirls and texture
On each wall of the room there are candle holders that hang
I walk around the room to light each candle in a ritualistic manner
Leaving the cobwebs and layers of dust on them in this now sacred room
A handful of dead roses I drop on the floor in different places
My mood is powerful
But also soft
The strength that hides will be revealed when she arrives.

The antique mirror catches my eyes looking back at me
And my blood-colored painted fingertips
They move softly across the black velvet that fits me like a glove
Ribbon lacing is tied
My lips are colored deep red
And my locket hanging around my neck tells that I keep precious memories

I pull back the gray curtain to check to see if she is coming
I see down through the tops of the leafless trees and rain
She is coming down the path hurriedly
The wind is whipping her hair
She is wrapped in her long coat
I am waiting

I know she read the note left on the porch
I hear the creak of that large front door open
And a slam
Then I hear the sound of steps on the rock staircase fill the hall as she climbs
While the sound of the rain on the window perfected a masterpiece

The handle turns
She enters with a flash of a pleasantly surprised smile
And my senses are enveloped by her even before she reaches me
Using only a look in my eyes, I back her up against the wall,
My hand against the wall by her
My free spirited woman had been captured to share her free spirit with me
She was the one that I admired

She brushed my stringy black hair away from my face
And wiped the rain from my forehead
She kissed my lips in a powerful manner
The manner was only her
A power that could only come from her
Something that makes adjectives weak
She unbuttoned her coat
And dropped it on the floor
I put my face beside hers
While I slowly made one caressing stroke from her belly up to her collar bone

My writing ends here
But the preparation did not end there
There was so much more we wanted to do
And we did.
Our story remains imprinted in the atmosphere of the room
Forever lingering
Until even after we are long gone.