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I'm Still Here

You said I shouldn’t get your hair wet, but my dripping fingers were itching and it seemed worth getting you angry for a moment’s selfish pleasure.

“Dammit Meg, what am I gonna do with you?” You moaned, your face betraying the laughter in your soul.

“Kiss me Sarah Angelique Townsend, before I do it again!”

You fell into my arms without a moment’s protest, pouting those deep-rosy lips I love so well. My stomach made an exciting jump as I closed the gap between our mouths. I’ve always wanted to kiss you all the time.

You suggested something naughty, nibbling my ear while wrapping me firmly around your cute little pinky.

“That waterfall, you, me, and nobody else around hmm?”

Your eyes caught the same fire as my heart, I loved your spontaneity, always showing me you care and desire me as much as ever, even after six years.


We raced toward the water, peeling the clothes off our bodies, you were always faster, more athletic, fitter than me, I didn’t mind, always watching your beautiful back, perfect. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you, to explore you as if I have never felt you move over me and under me.

“I’m wet now and it’s all your fault.” I accused you.

The icy water covered our hot bodies and my hands melted onto your breasts. You moaned softly and pulled me even closer, locking your legs with mine, wet and wonderful, pushing your groin into me. We were one that day (like always) one soul, one being with four legs, four breasts and one mouth between us. You tasted so good on my tongue and I knew you liked how I teased you nearly beyond breaking point.


But Meg, why didn’t that day just end there?

Why didn’t we pack my paintbrushes and your camera in the car and go home? We would’ve been back before dark, locked away in our private sanctuary sipping gin and tonic, Brady sleeping with his body on your legs and his heavy head on my stomach.


When I picked up your clothes for you, still filled with your smells, your scream came.

A second later another, more disturbing than the first. My legs ran even before I had turned my body around.

“Meg?” I yelled to you standing motionless by the edge of the stream, now silent, dead silent.

“What is it love?” I panted next to you, not looking around but seeking reassurance in your eyes. They were so scared Meg, I wanted to fly you off somewhere and take you away from whatever upset you. You were staring into the murky water where the water welled up in a little dam. My eyes turned to the spot that consumed all your attention.

“God no!” My body went grave cold even in that sun.


A hand floated between green algae and dead brown leaves, I followed it, a shoulder was half submerged but the face was exposed and turned upward, as if searching the sky for an answer, an answer never found. The eyes were wide open, they looked like yours at that moment Meg.

“Meg, look at me.” I hugged you to my chest, covered your naked back with my hands. But you just stood there, only barely breathing.

“Meg, it’s alright, it’s ok baby, let’s get in the car, I’ll phone the police while you get dressed.”


You never dressed yourself again my love, until this very day. I handled everything that was too much for you to bear. I held your hand every day, visit you as you sit here and stare blankly past me. I know you’re still in there my fire woman, I can’t let this be the end of your soul, is your body really all that’s left of you?


The nurse said you pointed at our photo today, oh Meg, tell me she wasn’t mistaken, tell me you’ll come out of there and love me again, as much as I love you. I’ll be here all weekend, we can walk in the garden and sit under the big tree, I like the tree, it shades my face and the glistening tears in my eyes. I can’t bring you gin and tonic because they’ve changed your medication again, they say you don’t sleep.

Are you scared of your dreams baby? I am…

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