Coat yourself in merangue;

Light, fluffy;

substance made of nothing.

Envelop tart and tangy,

with a foamy barrier.

Enshroud in illusion to

conceal the

zest and bland

the bright.

Deep caramel brown eyes lured her in;

drawing against gilded pull-strings

in her chest.

His gaze steadily drew her closer.

She gasped against the tightness,

to free herself.

She couldn’t,

wouldn’t,

allow herself

to be submersed

in those eyes.

But the strings

became liquid gold current,

rushing her toward

a chocolate

waterfall.

She fell,

spinning;

lower,

faster.

Unable to breathe

she gulped deeply,

drowning

in his current;

and those eyes.

I wish I'd have given this a longer deadline! Thank you @Rafaelopezjr and @MsH for playing along. Two extraordinary visions. Very talented writing. Thanks for making my day!

@MsH captured the tangible painting, which is where I was going with the idea; so I'd have to say that was the win. @Rafaelopezjr - thanks for taking me on an unexpected journey.

Love, love, love!

I knew you saved your sexiest voice for her?

I can feel it when you touch her?

I can smell her when you come home?

I no longer feel?

Your acidic love eroded my chest?

Does the emptiness break your heart; or is yours as cold and dead as mine?

He's not even Sybil.

Fill him half-full of drink;

that man who Swept her

off her feet,

becomes

a Soul

Sucker.

Harden.

Don't Speak.

Don't give him ammo.

Take the embarr-ASS-ment.

Take it like a woman; don’t react.

Play dumb and numb and run inside.

Stay. Too late, again, for anything Safer.

Just Settle. Once more and for the last time; Settle.

Okay days are Still more frequent; aren’t they? Sure.

She dreamed him.

Forever, she dreamt of him;

Remembering.

A tangible force calling to her;

She could hear the almost-sound of his voice,

Pulling toward her from somewhere,

Some-when.

He was never quite close enough to hear,

But always she listened.

In her darkest darkness,

He was the warm ember waiting

To ignite

And engulf her;

Rebirth her like a phoenix.

As if waking from a dream,

- A warm, sensual dream just before

Stark white consciousness

Washes the warmth away,

And a split-second after the dream fades -

This was how he called to her.

A smoldering red promise sent

From his soul to hers;

Comfort

And hope

Were coming.

It was a call to wait for it.

Wait for him! And she did.

Not knowing where or when he existed

Or even who he was;

She waited,

Because she remembered him.

Your agony's tangible

I can't step in

You're grown;

a young woman,

Entrenched

in this

Man.

Bright spirit is Dimming

You used to

Soar.

Fear and deep

Heartache,

Loss;

Hope no more.

A dreamer; Star-wished for

him, sunk in

So deep,

Delusions once

longed for

Now make you

Weep.

Love doused you in Flames

burned, charred

through your

Skin,

The husk of you

Powdery

Blown in the

Wind.

His needs outweigh you, they

Anchor you down,

Suffocate,

Stifle

Force you to

Drown.

I watch you Spiral,

and throw you

a line.

You make me a

Noose

for I'm

Out of line.

Maybe you'll see him

the Demon he is

Wake up,

Remember,

Before you were

His.

Find the Soul you've left

Hidden

Behind

Love's dark

Mask.

I reach out help;

but you're

Out

of my

Grasp.

Why wasn't I cremated? Oh, but for a charring, releasing, flash point for the Phoenix-rising of my Spirit! This - the heavy weight of damp, erratically troden, dank, smothering dirt; pressing, opressing, soul snuffing soil - this is how you dispose of me?

Why didn't you know me better? Didn't I make you listen to the heart of me, the why of me, the how I feel and function - me? I let myself down, by not sharing enough of me to make you care to understand.

If I never gave enough for you to learn me, then in no way did I touch or learn or value your soul; certainly I never looked hard enough. Why did I choose to let you down?

How can I go on; lift this, my dirt sodden spirit, with so much left unknown, undone, unsolved; unresolved. Why didn't I think ahead?

Where do I look for answers, when I'm stuck - tethered to this incarnation. How long will it take, until flesh dissolves, earth dries, and I can dissipate? Without release there is no transcending. Without growth, there are ties. Why didn't I cut the ties, let lessons be learned, and release?

I wish I'd made a plan; tied up loose ends of this life. Wish I'd finished learning little lessons to free up time and space and spirit and hope for learning bigger, soul-freeing ones. I regret not choising hope. I regret letting you down and never being enough.

I regret regrets.