New blood is in the here without him but don’t mistake her for the lonely.
She’s rich in her truth that will guide her to be strong in the clarity of being with herself.
They were a supple fit of two in the dance of emancipating past demons with silk threads of laughter.
Time undressed him as the handsome love vampire sucking on the enduring within her.
Bare with untamed hopefulness she dreamed he would cure himself with her nurture.
It was a cold to touch reality that brought her decision to be free of the transfusion of pain and joy.
Gently unhooking his teeth from her essence she left the river of him to swim in the unknown currency of her bloodline.
She is the standard of being in the here of the real blood of living and I applaud her valor.
She is my hero.
I am her witness.
© K S Hardy 2011
A different kind of love flash.
For the strength I see in a someone who inspires that walk of being there for ourselves.