A tale of fury mediated by a tale of love through two surviving histories of child abuse. Will their love survive their pasts?
Bravely she risked telling him of her feelings, though she had never confronted a man with her ardor before. He stunned her by revealing the passion he had been working so hard to hide. Now they are faced with the prospect of living together, aligning dual inheritances of domestic violence as children as well as sexual abuse. Will their pasts dive-bomb their relationship or will their love overcome all resistance? Will their love survive his fear of commitment and her resemblance to the grandmother who tortured him as a boy?
Excerpt
LEVITATION
Copyright April 2009
Niama
i pass down the hall
decide, midstep, to join him
in the latest gift to me
of this retiree:
afternoon naps.
a worker bee
daylight to dawn
midnight to three my furious
feverish hours
driving further to consciousness
what used to be
necessary nighttime vigilance
that did not protect
at 47 i wake to a human
who throws back the covers
gleefully when i come to bed
during the ante meridien.
now, i stop
inhale with a smile the cacophony
of his snoring
decide to join him just like that
work, habitual, to wait for a later hour
i think to cuddle for a little
midday comfort
am soon snoring like a wombat
arm blissfully tucked
beneath his iron grip.
when i lay down
he deep asleep
makes no change in sound
nor octave
merely locks my fingers
in a ramrod grip
i descend into delighted
surprised giggles
wait, i cry, laughing
gasping for breath
wait!
for i have yet to finish
turning my hefty body
on its side, for deepest comfort
his answer
to silently deepen the grip
bring my hand down to his chest.
howling now without sound
or air
joy sucking up oxygen
in every corner of the room
i laugh
and tussle the sheets
completing the turn
accomplishing nirvana
he lets my hand go
and i twist contort
then lay down
finally in the sweet spot
sigh into the familiar vise grip
of his arm across mine.
years ago
a lost girl seeking home
in a land of strangers
sought a man behind a curtain
for magic
here
in this apartment
i watch bemused
as God’s love
and all that is divine
levitates us both.
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