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My Beloved  

DocJohn70 53M
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6/4/2019 10:33 am
My Beloved


I sit by my beloved's bedside, I watch over him every night. I love watching his shiny black hair, his strong arms and shoulders. I love watching his muscular chest heave with the deep rhythm of sleep's breath. Sometimes when the moon is full, I open the window to let its light bathe his form.
My Beloved looks beautiful in the moonlight.

I speak to the cats in the alleyways. I tell them how much I miss my beloved. They sit and listen, their eyes like burning emeralds. I sing to them of my love and longing and they sing back to him in the middle of the night, faithfully relaying my love letters.
Deep in his heart, my beloved understands the cats' song.

I played the piano for my beloved once. I played his favorite song, our song. I remembered how we danced barefoot on the beach. I remembered how he told me he loved me that night and how I told him I would never leave him. I never did. How I cried as I played the song.
The next day my beloved sold the piano. The memories must haunt him still.

Sometimes, my beloved has nightmares. In the nightmares, he is but a boy, unable to defend himself against the big bad woman. I walk into his dreams to drive her away. I wear the gown I would have worn to our wedding. As she flees, he turns towards me, his eyes wide and mouth agape. He calls my name. "I will always be here" I whisper. I extend my arms to embrace him, but cursed wakefulness snatches him away from me.
My beloved wakes up in a sweat.

Sometimes my beloved brings other women home. I understand and I forgive him. I watch in fascination as they squirm under him. He was always a good lover. I watch the horror in their eyes as he squeezes the life out of them. I watch their feet kicking frantically, their desperate pleas for mercy, the exquisite dance of their bodies in their death throes. I watch as they leave their shells. "Come with us, you do not have to stay here" they tell me. But the ties that bind me here are stronger than flesh. I am<b> bound </font></b>by love.
I wait patiently for my beloved.

My Beloved is writhing on the hospital bed. He lost the ability to speak more than a year ago after his brain stroke. He tries to call for help, but only an ugly low squeal comes out of his mouth, buried under the beeps of all the machines and the monitors attached to him. Buried under the moans and groans of the hurt and the suffering clogging the hospital hallways.
I feel sorry for my beloved. My heart aches, knowing there is nothing I can do to ease his pain. He is weak and old, but I still remember. I remember the strength of his hands when they encircled my throat. I remember his gentle voice when he whispered in my ear "Hush , it will be over soon." I remember his love when he caressed my hair, like a father tucking his in.
Soon my beloved will leave this weak shell that can no longer contain him. I smooth down the creases on my wedding gown. Soon my beloved and I will be together, forever.

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