lazy housewife s demmand

[creativesoul]

the smile on her face was one reserved for the gardener, the handy man, the construction crew. her husband made sure she was surrounded by handsome beautiful strong men, half naked in the sunlight, their smells and shaving lotions mixed with tropical fantasy.When he came home she was hungry for him.
The world had perhaps not been so kind to her, yet where God left off, he stepped in and up to the plate, forgiving her for her misdeeds and foolish passions. loving her from a distance and allowing for her to make her own problems and find her own solutions. he loved her deeply, but knew he could never capture her and tame her- she was different than the others...they seemed like hair dye and fake nails and sick overwhelming perfumes, like rhinestones compared to a diamond, it does not shine right. The light reveals all flaws, and hers were not only amusing but predictable. The vultures of a globalized world had made every attempt to capture her, vagrant in all its glorified power, those energies were homeless in her naked longing for a spiritual experience, and then the loving, the truth, she always wanted more. The truth had set her free once again, temporarily, until the next revealing reality unobstructed by personal need is ravishingly presenting itself.The stranger looks her in the green eyes she so carefully hides behind sunglasses and for a moment, it is a bit shocking, maybe even alarming, that green like grandfathers beard, or the moss of the sea. Salt water dripped from her hair, long blue fish swam at her knees.She was careful not to expose herself to people, these years had left her in a house by the sea, the sun s rising and setting, and watering the trees and garden seemed the most important thing now, sleeping in a bed off the floor, throwing centipedes to the roosters, and beating the dog for shitting in the house were all part of the world today. For once she is no longer dominated by puberty, menopause or her body s desires, her strength is of a new sort, a loving more benelovent freedom has crossed her threshold, until the next hurricane, when everything is cleared and cleaned one more time.Of love and companionship she could work on people but needed time to let the energy trickle out afterwards, time to digest what information she recieved.Holding a light in the grid of the matrix had made her arms tired, and she went to sleep holding dreams of laughter, deep friendship and even jovial attitudes of those of us that are getting older and wiser...