My thoughts tonight could not stay on the subject I wanted to blog about as I was deep into my past. Memories flooded my mind so I wrote it out. I decided to share it here.
Ode to Elena
Elena was born from the passion of a touch, from the depth of a look, from the whisper of a name.
In an instant, Elena lived and embraced all of the emotions that filled her in that moment.
Elena existed in spurts of time filled with love and loving, laughter and smiles, touches and caresses.
Elena was moved by the music that filled her air, the wine that wet her lips, and the dance that swayed her hips.
Elena was the dark-skinned sun worshipper who straddled her lover on crisp white sheets beneath the moonlight that guided them.
Elena was the one whose hand he held to his chest to feel the tempo of his heartbeats.
Elena lived and loved, loved and lived, so much, too much, grabbing, holding, reaching, wondering, yearning, and waiting …for the next time.
Then one time the next time ended.
And Elena died – just as she was born – in an instant.