This Sweet, Handsome Devil’s Last Chance!

This is more of a rhymey story than a poem ...

All who "know me know me", know where to find me when I am free. By my favorite swan lake where upon my fluffy white quilt I lay. Under the shade of my favorite Willow tree. During colder days with more of a breeze I cozy up under my lace sheer sheet. Sometimes I bring along a full set of bone china for a sip of chamomile tea. And no matter the weather lazing about by the lake and the tree under the Sun or the shade exposed or under my lace I always bring along a favorite book to cuddle up with and read and read and read. This slow relaxing place is the beauty of how I spend the freedom part of my days. Mostly I tried to hide in these books and the lake and the strolling pace. I hide from my unpleasant past, my turmoilous (I do think I just made that word up), brokenhearted, failed love and hold back from dropping any more cries for my dried up tears had gone at last! Then one day I was laying out on my quilt under the protection of the feathery branches protecting me not from the Sun which was indeed out to play, but rather from a sporadic drizzle that glittered and shimmered, like tiny diamonds falling in slow motion the sun's rays. A late afternoon heat lightning flashed between the clouds as if playing games of Hide and seek or peekaboo with each other. Sometimes crackling above or in front of the few gray clouds above the lake and sometimes behind and under. Sounds of nature was all that could be heard, the breeze tickling through leaves, a splash on the lake, the call of a bird, no stressful man-made noise or other. Then suddenly I looked up from my book when I heard a growing grumble coming closer rolling onto my back to face the path I saw with open mouth for my past driving right into my present, as the sexiest all black 57 Chevy came rolling in like thunder. It was my ex, The collector. The gatherer of cars, money and of clothes; of accessories like expensive watches gold necklaces and diamonds; and gold and diamond and money loving arm candy. Some of his new girl "friends" were looking for the goods,& some for a good time. Sadly, he had gave me the whole of his heart ....so for those looking for at least a piece...a sliver of his heart.....there were no pieces left to give....not any.

I had loved him before all the money and the ...stuff. We loved to travel and enjoy nature, kiss, cuddle, and just soak in each other's presence.. until suddenly while still in love, I wouldn't change to fit into his new life....I couldn't keep up, one day I woke up and wasn't enough. He was in love but wanted too much. He became a secretive, he began to change, always being nice; sweet and caring with words, but his actions were heartbreaking and were what really hurt. He wasn't the man I had loved, suddenly we were like fire and ice. I played with ice and got frost-burnt. I felt played, so I left; I only get shamed once. But the loss ....it was his loss....but I lost a lot too. And finally I felt found....feet on the ground....I just recently became unlost. But now he had got out of his car, popped the collar of his torn leather jacket, and a strange relief and fear washed through me as I caught a glimpse of the man I once knew. The handsome, fearless, rugged, laid back amazing lover, who could flip your world upside down (mostly in his four post bed, which I had named "the pillars of heaven."). I felt like I had just fell through The Looking Glass, to the time before he had became all "brand-new",& again he was my outdoorsy, funny, down to earth, poet who could turn your world back to right side down with his gentle, heartfelt, poetic words. And here he was, walking straight for me; his eyes saw through me, his slight grin said he could hear my pounding heart, I felt like running, like hiding under my lace sheets and tell him to go away.... and as he left I'd tell myself: "it was all a dream.... it was all a dream....it was all a dream.... no matter how real it seemed." "How did he find me"? I now think, as I sit up to lean against the safety of my tree. The tree! Yes of course! ... This had once been our place, no wonder it was my favorite lake, my favorite tree, that I've treated like a pet and have talked to as though a particular kind of alive. It's the one he had carved our names and sweet sentiments into with his sexy, manly pocket knife. One of his accouterments of being my "big man", along with a flask, his lighter and cigarettes, and his wallet where he kept his most prized possession, more than all his money he told me: a picture of me.... the first gift I gave him. The picture of me, a sexy young thang in love....with a lipstick kiss on the back, where he wrote "the love of my life". On the path he came ever more near, and in my head i can't stop repeating "why is he here?! The nerve of the man! He must have balls of steel!" And suddenly standing above me, he asks to lay by my side for a bit of chatting. Unreadable his manner cool, but his thoughts and mood hard to tell. I acted kind, I hope I seemed fine, when I really felt faint and the butterflies trapped in my stomach, flapped wildly like a bat out of hell. His smile was just as it once was he sighed and let all his emotions spill out together, how he was acting like someone he wasn't. He had missed and always thought of our time together. ... and while I was listening to his whispered words ( he always did have a husky, soft-spoken tone of voice), like the boat on the lake's shore, I was sure, and so happy, I could float like the small gray clouds above and had to work to stay tethered. I could just float away on the waves of emotions passing through me. Then he took my hand and a heat lightning-like electricity past between us, he slid a diamond ring on my thin finger and it glittered in the sun. He begged me never to take it off because without me...with anyone else, he had felt so alone... and had learned that for him, I really am the only one. More words were said by him- heartfelt apologies, promises of commitment and of love, while a wild thunder like a sports car rumbled above us, and some sounded much like the crack of his old gun. A fat rain drop who's ancestors I recently met as a drizzle, somehow had penetrated the leafy barrier and fell on my cheek. He quickly brushed it away with his thumb, and asked if I was mad and if he had made me cry. "No" I had told him..."my broken heart had healed and the tears had dried". To be honest, I was so damn happy and he was so damn open and honest, sweet, and sexy I could have died. I leaned in for a kiss and simply whispered "yes". He smiled so big, looked around and saw no one in the area, so he rolled us up in the quilt like a sleeping bag, cuddled up in our cacoon of love: of electricity, dried tears, new promises, of leather, and lace....but mostly refound love...completely protected from the rain falling down from above . Now that he asked for my hand, I won't let him get away again, this is this sweet, handsome devils last chance!

O in each other's presence.. until suddenly while still in love, I wouldn't change to fit into his new life....I couldn't keep up, one day I woke up and wasn't enough. He was in love but wanted too much. He became a secretive, he began to change, always being nice; sweet and caring with words, but his actions were heartbreaking and were what really hurt. He wasn't the man I had loved, suddenly we were like fire and ice. I played with ice and got frost-burnt. I felt played, so I left; I only get shamed once. But the loss ....it was his loss....but I lost a lot too. And finally I felt found....feet on the ground....I just recently became unlost. But now he had got out of his car, popped the collar of his torn leather jacket, and a strange relief and fear washed through me as I caught a glimpse of the man I once knew. The handsome, fearless, rugged, laid back amazing lover, who could flip your world upside down (mostly in his four post bed, which I had named "the pillars of heaven."). I felt like I had just fell through The Looking Glass, to the time before he had became all "brand-new",& again he was my outdoorsy, funny, down to earth, poet who could turn your world back to right side down with his gentle, heartfelt, poetic words. And here he was, walking straight for me; his eyes saw through me, his slight grin said he could hear my pounding heart, I felt like running, like hiding under my lace sheets and tell him to go away.... and as he left I'd tell myself: "it was all a dream.... it was all a dream....it was all a dream.... no matter how real it seemed." "How did he find me"? I now think, as I sit up to lean against the safety of my tree. The tree! Yes of course! ... This had once been our place, no wonder it was my favorite lake, my favorite tree, that I've treated like a pet and have talked to as though a particular kind of alive. It's the one he had carved our names and sweet sentiments into with his sexy, manly pocket knife. One of his accouterments of being my "big man", along with a flask, his lighter and cigarettes, and his wallet where he kept his most prized possession, more than all his money he told me: a picture of me.... the first gift I gave him. The picture of me, a sexy young thang in love....with a lipstick kiss on the back, where he wrote "the love of my life". On the path he came ever more near, and in my head i can't stop repeating "why is he here?! The nerve of the man! He must have balls of steel!" And suddenly standing above me, he asks to lay by my side for a bit of chatting. Unreadable his manner cool, but his thoughts and mood hard to tell. I acted kind, I hope I seemed fine, when I really felt faint and the butterflies trapped in my stomach, flapped wildly like a bat out of hell. His smile was just as it once was he sighed and let all his emotions spill out together, how he was acting like someone he wasn't. He had missed and always thought of our time together. ... and while I was listening to his whispered words ( he always did have a husky, soft-spoken tone of voice), like the boat on the lake's shore, I was sure, and so happy, I could float like the small gray clouds above and had to work to stay tethered. I could just float away on the waves of emotions passing through me. Then he took my hand and a heat lightning-like electricity past between us, he slid a diamond ring on my thin finger and it glittered in the sun. He begged me never to take it off because without me...with anyone else, he had felt so alone... and had learned that for him, I really am the only one. More words were said by him- heartfelt apologies, promises of commitment and of love, while a wild thunder like a sports car rumbled above us, and some sounded much like the crack of his old gun. A fat rain drop who's ancestors I recently met as a drizzle, somehow had penetrated the leafy barrier and fell on my cheek. He quickly brushed it away with his thumb, and asked if I was mad and if he had made me cry. "No" I had told him..."my broken heart had healed and the tears had dried". To be honest, I was so damn happy and he was so damn open and honest, sweet, and sexy I could have died. I leaned in for a kiss and simply whispered "yes". He smiled so big, looked around and saw no one in the area, so he rolled us up in the quilt like a sleeping bag, cuddled up in our cacoon of love...leather, and lace, completely protected from the rain falling down from above . Now that he asked for my hand, I won't let him get away again, this is this sweet, handsome devils last chance!