She tasted like red velvet
Cake; like strawberry topping.
Her thighs were wrapped around
My body – we embraced
Tightly; she accepted
My engagement – to have
Her hand. We were
Bound to one another
And her feet came
Off the floor
When she leapt into
My arms and we kissed
And didn’t want to stop.
Cheryl was my soul mate;
She had enigmatic eyes
Like a cool pale blue
And exquisite curves
And hair like a feather:
Light and airy.
Her entire physique
Was lean and strong.
And then it happened.
I found myself
In this unfamiliar place –
Vast and airy like her
Body, but it wasn’t her,
It wasn’t Cheryl.
And this body came
Floating; there was
No need for feet
Because we were
Already off the ground.
Cheryl would have liked
It here. She would have fit in
Like I do not; I am the brawn.
I always did the heavy lifting
And when we moved she
Did the decorating. Cheryl
Leaned close to me with
A promise: this is our home
Forever and in this place
Is a means to escape
Where Cheryl would remain
To me to stay young
And I will wait for her
Because when I fell
I only thought
Time does not exist
Here. Her body
Was exquisite; I could
Hold onto her forever
And I do.
© Candace Meredith
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About the Author

Candace Meredith earned her Bachelor of Science degree in English Creative Writing from Frostburg State University in the spring of 2008. Her works of poetry, photography and fiction have appeared in literary journals Bittersweet, Backbone Mountain Review, Anthology 17, Greensilk Journal and The Broadkill Review. She currently works as a Freelance Editor for an online publishing company and has earned her Master of Science degree in Integrated Marketing and Communications (IMC) from West Virginia University.
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