The Watermark


Heart WatergroundIt was a mystery. I wasn’t myself. My vision blurred and the noise surrounding me dissolved into the distance. I couldn’t explain what had happened. It was an enchantment that overpowered my senses. It was without reason or scientific explanation…whenever she entered my presence.

The world emptied into grayness with only her figure gleaming towards me. My heartbeat rhythmically coincided to her footsteps as she approached. Her perfume seduced my body through the air that I breathed.  Her smile trapped me in my place.

Yearning raced through my body, awaking my soul, pulsing through me, replenishing my humanity. I am concupiscent, studying her as she graces her fingers through her hair. She was graceful. She was beauty. She converted me to a stuttering fool in her presence.

It was this magical mystery that branded her essence into my conscience resembling a watermark on bonded paper. An eternal watermark that remained even when she faded away.

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4 comments

  1. What a great blog you have here. I’m enjoying the different perspective and the respect that seems to filter through your writing. You keep it classy,keep up the great work.

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  2. This is wonderful. I can feel what you felt as I read your writing. The ability to relate to others in this way is the mark of a truly talented artist.

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