The Garden [Erotica]

Rose with the thorn By yamada* via Flickr

Rose with the thorn By yamada* via Flickr

Their eyes surrounded me, watching my every move. I felt as if I were being sucked into a void of discrimination. I set everything up the way I had envisioned it, I am not sure why it was so dull because in my mind it seemed perfect. What they were expecting was much different from what it was supposed to be I suppose. One person in particular caught me off guard, she was ecstatic to see the changes I made to the garden. Even though she voiced to me that it was for the better her eyes showed a bit of hesitation, I don’t know if she doubted the words she was saying or if it was something completely different; either way it gave me hope that I didn’t have before. While everyone started to leave she gave me her number and proceeded to tell me that it would be alright in time and that everything would come together when it was supposed to.

The next day I called her asking if she wanted to come down and keep me company while I cleaned up, I assured her she wouldn’t have to do much and when she arrived there were coffee’s in each hand. The sun was brighter than normal, rays managed to peek through the slits the trees made as they towered over the garden. As the gentle wind blew occasionally that light would flicker or split into numerous light strands, giving a breathtaking picture. She came into view where the sun could reach her fully, walking along the stepping-stones while the light illuminated her. Golden hair giving off the illusion that she glowed, our eyes met and I could see the sparkle in them as I acknowledged her.

We spoke for an hour before I took an empty garbage bag and walked around, picking up leaves and anything else that disrupted the beautiful view. Once that was finished I wiped off the tables and swept off the loose dirt lying on the stepping-stones. I could feel her eyes on me, watching my every move. I kept my word, not giving her anything to do – this whole meeting was about trust I knew that and when she began humming a familiar tune I felt then that she was happy. Just as I finished she stood, walked over to me and wrapped her delicate arms around my neck. Her body tight against mine in a comforting embrace, this hug so unfamiliar filled me with warmth and excitement. When I felt her breath on the side of my neck it made me shiver for a moment. The embrace was done all too soon but I did notice the blush that rose to her cheeks, watched as she turned from me and took in her surroundings as if she had never seen them before; as if after the embrace something new entered into her mind.

She walked over to the center of the garden her eyes set upon the red roses which caused her cheeks to brighten. Her fingers now moved over the granite pedestal that held the arrangement. As she observed the flowers I walked to her side, my hand resting on her shoulder. She looked at it; it seemed as if she were looking for answers, like touching each part of the arrangement would take all of her fears away. As she reached the vocal point in the center which was a group of thorns arranged in the shape of a pyramid, she paused. I could sense the wheels turning round and round in her head. When the realization of what it meant hit her, she outstretched her arm and pressed a finger against of the sharp points. I smiled to myself; sure that I wouldn’t be able to scare her off.

It was left unsaid between us what the roses represented but I knew from the blush in her cheeks and her silence that she was more than a hundred percent sure of what it meant. I admitted to her that I thought of her when putting the garden together, that it was meant for her even though I had never formally knew her before these last few moments. When I saw her in the street her whole persona inspired me to do this, to place her essence into this garden. A being unknown able to be so important in this emotionally decaying world refreshes me, allows me to continue this hope I have that flickers in and out of my energy. As we take each other’s hand we know in our silence that this represents people as a whole, that we are aware that good still exists but also aware that evil is much more prominent.

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