Quivering Freedom

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She sees me.

Eyes across her shoulder, then a glance cast, I hold my arrow it isn't let go, she says, "why shall I grant you this chance?"

Don't let the appearance fool you, I am no angel...

I riposte, "oh dear, you must know I am far more than a cowboy."

This train is heading for the station, heartbreaks is part of the game we play.

Snap of the bowstring, I let one arrow free, as I release, flames leap form her eyes.

The arrow stops, the bow held tight, I try to release my pose.

I am frozen in place...

I attempt to speak, my words spill forth.

"You got me" I say.

She looks at me as she begins so unleash her aura. "wrapped around my finger" she smiles, "now let's see that bow" as her quip sets forth. Magic clusters from her palms in light, an orb forms, energy pulses forming around her hands.

She says "you realize I live in a different world?"

I reply, "separation is illusionary, in knowing yourself understanding in others becomes great."

Her look intense. She questions "what makes you think this could work?"

I say, "A deep feeling I have grown to know well. My strength comes from both my love I hold for the meek, and the love you spread to them so freely. I see the way you treat them, those down on their luck. I am deeply drawn to be held by 1 with a fearless love"

She pauses inquisition washed "you expect--"

I interrupt "I know your plight, the attractive field, others drawn to you. Some even don't know why." I look deeply into her eyes "I know when you spread love others become fearful. You built a scene they never wish to loose. That feeling an intoxicant for a world cast in dark. It becomes a sort of drug others never knew they desired. This is why they can't stay, nor leave. It makes 1 wonder is there anyone truly for me?"

"You say I am alone, sure in truth we all are. Understanding is in short supply, fearless love is rare. When others mold themselves to you, it makes you wonder. Am I doing harm? Are you giving me your love, or have you been addicted to the feeling, reflecting mine the whole time?" I expound.

She breaks my gaze allowing this energy to consume us.

She moves a freed palm toward her face.

Forever, Ever, and Evermore,
Aaron Baker

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