Heat of the sun and blue glare from the sky bathed my skin...my hair shone and I felt the smoothness and the shine.
I watched my children amd wondered if they would ever discover the secret of me..

I ignored my book...I still cannot concentrate...

I thought of him and then tried not to.

I remember him so vividly and can still feel the texture of his hands and hear the sound of his voice and see his eyes locked onto mine as he claimed me, had me, filled me.

I looked at my lively lingerie pegged out on the line in the bright sun and warm breeze...his hands the last to feel the texture...before entering mine.

Times are not easy and his shoulders are heavy..and I have vowed not to be a burden...

It's life as per normal; life as per the mundane; life as per the usual expectations of mundane marriage and clipped wings.

We will meet again I suspect...however, my patience will be tested and pushed to the limits...

I want to be the girl that shows him the hummingbirds on the walls...amidst the finery of leaves...again.

I want to be the girl that shows him.

I want to be the girl.

I want to be.

I want.