I Bleed Words Sometimes

That Still Night

Denis Roche.

It was the first time she felt the fearsome marvel of a man’s body. She asked him about his deepest darkest terror. His eyes glistened at the very thought of that day. After what seemed like an eternity, he answered her, with every detail and vehemence as though he was reliving that very moment again, once again. They sat there in the haunting silence of their hearts and souls. She had learnt of the most ghastly experience of his life and she could not unlearn it. She did not wish to. She did not need to.

She leaned forward and touched his temple with her quivering lips. And moving slowly like the orange basked sky disappearing into the purple haze of the misty cloud, she kissed his high cheeks, his sharp nose and whispered gently to his lips. And without contemplation, without any resolve or question he responded to her every silent command. She did not wish for him to lead, today was her day to give. For the first time in her life she was sure of what she wanted. She wanted to touch him, caress him and kiss him right in that dark, fearful part of his soul that had been so meticulously concealed, never to be revealed to any being, breathing or deceased.
His pain and terror wasn’t hers to take away. It wasn’t her intention to make it go away because she knew, more than anything, that she could never erase that grisly memory which was a part of him. A part that had been carved and embedded into the bottomless abyss of his very being. Memories can never be replaced, she could not replace his with hers either. All she could do with every sway was attach this memory to the unpleasant one he already owns. And maybe, just maybe when he remembers the original gruesome memory, he will remember this; he will remember her and remember the poetry they created together-alone that still night. It was the first time she felt the fearsome marvel of a man’s body. It was just like she always dreamed of it to be.
~ by Madonna Rozario Jansen

8 responses

  1. This is that much beautiful that I cannot even describe it….I just imbibed it 🙂

    August 30, 2013 at 4:03 pm

    • It’s written by my twin 🙂 Madonna.

      August 30, 2013 at 6:07 pm

      • I like her already 🙂

        August 30, 2013 at 9:19 pm

      • Tehehe ❤

        August 31, 2013 at 7:00 pm

  2. Beautiful, intense

    September 13, 2013 at 9:18 am

  3. I found a magic in this post. The author ‘Madonna’ has cast a spell so brilliantly. Loved it.

    September 24, 2013 at 2:48 pm

  4. crystaldelarm

    now i want to know the grisly secret…dont you just hate when you have to make up the end of story and find you have too many choices

    September 25, 2013 at 11:22 am

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