Her dress moved more wildly than a poppy field in the wind
I remember waking up feeling intoxicated by the smell of her hair
Her gentle touch on my shoulder was more than chemistry
We almost broke through each others skin at times when we hugged
She was a red poppy flower blown away by the wind
Red flower! Exploding! Red flower!
Exploding like laughter and screams of madness
I feel like my right rib was extracted from my fatigued body
Her white skin smelled like poppy tears and fragrant golden honey
Some days we made love on hillsides and wide open fields
Her screams were my life and we were two parts of the same body
She was bright red petals screaming in the furious wind
My own blood! Exploding! My own blood!
Exploding like a red poppy field ravished by her storm
I really enjoyed this! It is truly the work of a romantic.
"Her gentle touch on my shoulder was more than chemistry."
Very cool line, "chemistry" becomes a play-on word in a sense.
There's chemistry in the context of your biological construct, being the thing that gives you these affections.
Then there's chemistry as in, "we have such great chemistry!" the relationship kind. And would then be saying, how "it goes past that".
"I feel like my right rib has been extracted from my fatigued body."
Also, very cool.
I got "Adam and Eve" I'm pretty sure that's what you were going for. Someone who was made perfect for you, because she's made of you.
Again, we have this "biological" theme that I'm rather fond of.
This all ties in very nicely to the comparitive of her, essentially, having an orgasm, or just sex in general, with love being basically a happenstance of chemical reaction. Well, it supports my theory anyway.
A very interesting, and dare I say, "professional" write.
I would totally expand on some of those themes if I were you.
The ache left by the loss of a soulmate is like the loss of a part of the soul itself; there are rooms in the mansion of our life that are only lighted by the presence of their being, and warmed by the brilliance of their laughter....