Image: Natalia Fadejeva
She couldn’t remember the last time everything went smoothly.
Maybe it was yesterday?
Now she felt it was all too late.
Forces had taken hold, there was no way out.
She longed for change.
She longed for a new location.
To every turn there was another turn,
One called guilt weighed heavily upon her.
To counter it she stayed away.
Reeled herself in should she fall again to temptation.
The mind is willing she told herself
But the flesh is mighty weak.
In her quiet moments she lusted,
She fantasised, she imagined herself in his arms
His strength entwined around her
Keeping her safe, secure and allowing her to project
A life that was uncomplicated
Where her desire was met and she felt sated.
For so long her body ached to be touched
To be held,
To be shown some glimmer of attraction.
The gentle man was so close
She could reach out and touch him
Feel his warmth encircle her
Know within him there was hope
For a life where so much was destroyed.
She could find succour,
Not left bleeding, allowing life to ebb away.
Turning she saw the gentle man once again,
He stood before her, hand held out
She wondered if she dare reach back.