AllFreeNovel
Share Us
This unfamiliar hunger…
My voice quivers a little as the first sorrowful words about the winter wind visiting a flower behind a pane of glass float from my throat as I slowly ride him with his help, pausing for a few seconds at a time to allow my leg muscles to recover.
LOVERS, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
His hands slide up my back as I compose myself to read the next melancholic stanza.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
My eyes lift from the page to his face as I slowly descend onto him, never ceasing to ache for the feel of him inside me. I shudder as he fills me up again, the pain of the stretch blasted into space by the relief of the invasion. He slides his hands around my ass, helping me to move as I fight the urge to drop the book to the floor, hold onto his shoulders, close my eyes and do nothing but savor the strong, protective feel of him.
“Keep reading for me,” he presses as if reading my mind.
“You like it?”
He nods and I glance back down at the sepia-colored page and the elegant serif letters drifting across it so painfully.
I try to focus my eyes and block out his raspy groan of pleasure as I begin to read for him.
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.
As I feel Frost’s painting of a fleeting kiss of a breeze upon a flower, I seek solace in the spiced memory of Marilla reading this poem to me as I curled up in front of a fire at her farmhouse, completely comfortable with her, wondering what magic had brought me to the house of a woman who loved me like her own, who allowed me to feel what having a mother was like for the first time, a feeling I assumed I’d never experience.
I speak, but in my head, it's her deep raspy voice I hear mixed with my softer one.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
