Akin to Cyclamen

The rain dances sluggishly upon the glass, thumping then dragging its feet as it makes its way down the window pane, to the gently nodding leaves beneath.
I stand here in the rain watching through the distorted glass the fire in the hearth, dancing gaily amongst the coals. Golden shadows make the room seem to glow with such warmth and comfort, as candle light flickers and reflectss off the crystal chalices upheld in your honour.
I see you too, standing there in the midst of your admirers, all with eyes for naught but you, and our eyes meet for but a moment. A smile, a snarl, a movement lifts the corner of your mouth as you look away, acknowledging me oh so secretly, before sipping your wine, and lending your hand to another to be kissed as their compliments fill your presence.
Our eyes meet again, and ever so slightly you gesture towards me, but as my heart lifts with hope that you want me to join you, it collapses just as swiftly as I realise you want me to move from here, lest your guests see those with whom you associate with outside of their influence.
Backwards I step, out further into the rain, the mud seeping between my toes, the unfamiliar long skirts dragging across the rain drenched tip of grass, and our eyes never leave each others until I have left as you desired, and the warmth of the fire is no longer an unfelt vision, but a memory of what I can never hope to posses.

The grass bends gently beneath your bare feet as I watch you approach, your naked skin glowing beneath the moon gentle light, and the smile held for those I so often see you with, now being held for me.
I reach out for your hand, and so small and supple it rests in my own, until our fingers intertwine, and we journey from your home, towards my own. We laugh as moonlight dances upon the stream, as night birds sing their songs for us and the night creatures come to join us in our dance.
We dance through the night as if naught but life itself is watching, and I introduce you to the trees, to the rocks, to the clouds and to the stars and you feel the earth beneath your feet and the air upon your skin and I watch as you absorb it all in pure satisfaction.
But soon the horizon fades from night to dawn, and I feel you pulling away from me, racing back to the life you so easily forget during your nights spent with me. I watch with sad eyes as you run back to your looming estates, not looking back once as you pull your heavy shifts to hide your nakedness, your hands swiftly and deftly pinning you hair back into place, before being enveloped by the golden glow of the fire.

My fingers pluck gently a small bud from the garden beneath your window and with a gentle kiss it opens, the Cyclamen blossom shivering against the chill of the rain. I place it upon your window sill, as I watch the flames dancing within, and it takes comfort fro the slight shelter, and I bid it to stay open despite the rain that still falls upon its flesh.
You laugh, a gentle note to be heard above the rains that sing my song, and so do those around you, as they ply your crystal vessel with golden syrup. Our eyes meet for but a moment, and I can see your irritation that once more I dare interrupt, that once more I try and see that which does not belong to me.
You turn your back to me, as you so often do, and lead those around you from the room, lest they see your wild friend hiding amongst the trees that surround your estate, lest they see the secrets that you so brazenly hide from them.
As my tears mingle with the rain, as I remove the clothes you gave me and let them fall the ground beneath me so be enveloped by the forming muck, I step away from the window, the distortion, and I turn away, just as you have done.
I do not know if you will understand the meaning of the flower that sits upon your window sill, and I do not know if you will find the clothes being hungrily eaten by the earth as I return to my home. But I do know you will understand the loneliness when you come to find me, and realise I am no longer there, waiting for you.

©2007 ~missbry

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