It was like a summoning
An awakening
As his eyes turned, like keys, unlocking the door to my wondering
His smile, now visceral, tore through my defenses
Peeling away layers of scars that had blinded me to love
Exposing, inviting, enticing the woman hiding behind the shadows in my eyes
My senses drawn magnetically
Rising to the Surreptitiousness of it all
A summoning
Like being introduced to my first experience of color
More vibrant than anything I’d ever seen
Pulling me from the security of my illusion into his reality
A summoning of a love beyond imagination
Becoming my reality
Like glitter finding a breeze
Or a bloom awakening
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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