Wanting is an ache
Waiting a tug of war
Between heart and mind,
This foolishness is...
Wishing upon a star
When its a cloudy night
With not yet, a star in sight,
So you see, I need you now...
Right by my side
Kissing away the blues
You, only wanting me...
...wanting you,
to night
His hair was beautiful, that's if you liked a total mess of spun gold. Knotted, matted and straining to be free, it hung in a loose ponytail at the back of his head. Beard once stubble, was overgrown and yet... his fingers constantly running through those sunkissed strands kept it tangle free.
He thought of her and his heart ached.
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Honey dripped from her fingertips. She licked her fingers and paused, index finger in mouth...sucking on it gently and recalling his tongue. God...that man made her mad. Mad, mad...mad for him, mad at him and...ahhh!
Forget it !
Burning rage gripped her. Chucking the jar of honey in a corner of the fridge, she slammed the door. Fuck him. Fuck that mother fucking bastard.
"Fuck him, fuck himmm!!!" She screamed.
Yet, the sound wasted itself into a sob much like screeching brakes, tires straining against hot aphsalt or the screeching cry of a cat when it takes on the high pitch note of a baby bawling.
She felt drained, wrung out. He had wasted her. Her love, her body, her mind.
He had taken everything she owned and left it out to dry, like wet linen on an old clothes line flapping in the wind where lay all her animosities, insecurities and emotions.
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Eyes focused straight ahead at the surf.
He had been staring at it for the last twenty-five minutes as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, then seeped into the center...until finally he could barely see, a thing in front of him. Yet he stared.
The beauty of the sands, the sunkissed tips of the waves and the seagulls...swooping low to catch fish in their beaks, that mesmerized him, was now but a blur in a horizon of despair.
He was alone.
He had been alone all his life but, now he felt more alone than he had ever before.
The body a vacant cave of sunken misery, cried out to be free.
His mind screamed while his soul watched in silence.
Muscular frame, tanned skin and handsome face...now void of any emotions, he sat on the grainy seasand under the large coconut palm tree.
The coconut trees grew in abundance along the coastal belt. Their shadows casting a dancing pattern of mischief in the noonday sun. The frangipani trees further inland that dotted the landscape were almost eerily magical with knarled barks like old men's arms reaching towards the heavens. Frangipani; voluptuous blossoms, scattered in clusters of white snow blown by the crisp sea breeze, was necter to tiny birds that weathered the winds in their lonely plight to feed their young.
Shadows were disturbed. The birds were quiet and the sea sounded like a quiet mouse disappearing into the hole from which it came.
Yet, he saw or heard nothing. Oblivious to his own existence he remained motionless.
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The shadows of his quirky smile wrenched at her heart with an iron fist. She slumped on the sofa and tried hard to fight back the tears. 'Tears on My Pillow', played on the radio and she winced. Lyrics that she enjoyed singing, were painful in this aftermath.
She reached for the remote and turned on the television. Muting the sound, remote in hand she stared at the pictures blankly, as the radio played in the background.
Soon dozing off, then awaking again...dozing and awaking...her mind drifting to the moments they had spent in baring their souls. Escaping the rhythms of love making, of discovery, of that moment... when she'd been truly one with him. A smile spread across her fair smooth complexion. Her hair fanned out about her made her look delicate and beautiful against the large cushions of the white sofa.
She drifted off to sleep once more. The music pulling her into an oblivion of poetic silence.
As if in a trance she lay there and yet, her mind a turmoil of chaos and pain intermingled with sudden flashes of passionate memories, thrust her on a turbulent sea of waves, surfing tides in a hopelssness of misery.
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A loud noise made him grab at his eyes and wipe at the blur of tears.
His eyes wide open stunned, he looked at the sea. The sea, was hardly visible. The horizon far receeded...lay in a fine line, far out.
For a fraction of a second his brain froze. His mind was a complete blank. Held still like a scarecrow in a field of wheat. Watching. Seeing. But, unable to move.
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A loud noise awakened her. She looked up and horror gripped her throttling every ounce of breath within.
The beach was no more.
The television was blaring clips of a huge wave. Had her hand somehow slipped and pressed the sound button back on?
A reporters voice extremely loud, was announcing something. She tried desperately to focus on what was being said, as her eyes took in the repeated angles of a wave crashing and smashing everything to pieces. Devouring trees, houses, the tiny boutiques that sold the colourful batiks caftans she had bought, the railway tracks and pineapple sellers stands, the tiny shanties where children played in tattered clothes, the golden sands...all gone.
Her heart seemed to stop beating.
She had left him there. On the beach.
On those same beautiful sands.
"God dammit!" She cursed under her breath.
She had left him there.
Ceiera's hands flew trembling to her mouth. She felt her knees give way. Blood rushed to her head as her heart, like thunder bolts pummeled beneath her left breast.
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Sawyer moved at a lightening speed. He stumbled once as he jumped up and darted across the sand.
He ran faster than he ever had in his entire life.
He pulled the door opened and jumped into the copter.
His hands grasped and pulled on the levers even before he closed the door. His red and white helicoptor took off from the ground a fraction of a second before the wave crashed into the coconut palm tree he had been sitting beneath. He pulled hard at the door in mid-air. His muscles taught and straining in an attempt to shut the door, against the wind that threatened to rip it off its hinges. The door closed...finally.
Letting out the air trapped inside his lungs, he dared to look below. The beach was gone. Obscured by water. Thrashing waves...upon waves moving inland at a great speed.
A tsunami. Was it?
It had to be.
Tidal waves weren't so big and...and, didnt crash over land in such destruction.
All tears of remorse, sadness and disappointment had disappeared.
Sawyer thanked God for the first time in as long as he could remember for his life, for saving him and for everything he had. He knew what he had to do. He knew nothing else mattered. Nothing else was as important. All he wanted was to get to her, to Ceiera.
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She breathed in deep. She had to keep her wits about her. She had to find him. She knew it as plain as day. She had in that second she saw the waves crashing. All she wanted was him. Nothing but Sawyer mattered. She had to get to him.
He had to be alive.
"God please save the man I love", she whispered as she pulled on her sneakers and rushed out the door, car keys clanging like a hundred windchimes in the dead quiet of that life or death moment.
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Life is a moment awakend. Time is the present. Moments lost in self pride and fear to grasp each breath of passion...is but a useless illusion.
♡
Sawyer turned his copter inland. He didnt care if she hated him. He would find her - not for all the love he wanted of her but, for all the love he felt within his own heart. He watched as the waves roared. With no agenda and no law, they moved forward to swallow a life of idyllic beauty on an unsuspecting island.
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She cut the car engine and got out. She was at...what looked like, the edge of reality. The waves had not come in so far inland. Yet, the unreal scene unfolding about her, froze her mind. Complete chaos, despair and a wild madness was rampant where once was a quiet life of smiles.
She had no road to follow.
No way forward.
Yeah! Wonder which ones will want to hate me, love me or like me on FB after this title.
