Leap – (Prose 3 words)

Leap, surprise, faith these 3 words are from http://www.sarahelizabethhill.com   Sorry for the delay in this one, it was more a challenge than I first thought.

Sarah  and my readers, I hope that you enjoy.


A surprise to learn my leap of faith
would be to tumble into your arms
against all better judgement; clearly I have none
however your embrace seems the most comforting

Why? because I know you, infinitesimal trust
your arms outstretched almost pleading
saying I’d be safe; cajoling with soft words
~ to simply cross that line

but I have been there once before ~ trusted
if memory serves me right; physical scars none
but you created reservations of who I was
and yet ~ I wish to fall again, perhaps in the hope
you’ve changed

so, you can walk me down this path again
convince me of no ridicule or seething taunts
but this time unbeknown to you
I bring a safety net ~ in case I accidentally fall

©JMTacken Sep 2103

3 feathers

Open Link at the Bar – Please join some amazing talent.


awkward silence
perhaps a bad connection, I tap the phone
a stammer returns..
a paper cut
"I'm in town, thought we could catch up...tonight?"
you could hear a 

feather drop

"Is that wise?"
answered with doubt - curiosity
"We've both moved on, it's been 3 years
lighten the tone I hear myself
...heard you got hitched?"
news faster than the speed
of light
"Yeah...yeah I did"

2 feathers

"Surely no harm..old friends right?"
I heard the smile
"At the Hotel...our old Hotel ... say 6?"
anticipating yes... no
my hand clutches the cell
"I should be okay...see you there"
stomach knots
I hit end call
a light kiss on the cheek
I smell familiar scents
as we sit, knees close able to touch
"You look great"
"We do"
edgy laugh
"To you"
glasses raised simultaneously
like we never parted
never moved on
never met anyone new
the lost jig-saw pieces
another drink, seductive lips
wrapped around the rim
and another
knees again..but electricity
this time
shuffling feet across the carpet
I watch it pour
vodka drink of choice
merry-go-round time
no words just glances
no actions .. only the language
of our bodies
"So you're happy"?
"Hmm" was the reply
a so-so kinda answer
I reach out covering your fingers
that strum nervously on the bar
"I ...ah...booked a room.. for old times sake?"
pupils enlarge
pulse beats
"No regrets... pretend nothing happened?"
a wink
as we walk upstairs
holding sweaty palms
"No regrets at all"
as we enter the room
the familiar decore of
yester-years love
that was blinded by
afternoon lust
before we moved on
and life changed
and routine set
like a dark cloud
as I undid his belt
hands trembling

3 feathers

kissing his throat
how could I pretend....