By Brenda Mox
Her bitterness seemed to wither like flowers in a crystal vase, on the hinges of his words, full of fairy delights bursting forth with pops of color, singing like a Sunday smile. Caught in the magic of moments in the fire bathed parlor casting warm glows on the sides of their face, empathy carved it’s slow trail through their breast, passing to their depths, for the Other behind the mask. With the brush of familiarity in sharing the same oxygen, she felt a whisper of breathlessness for the soft, tender heart beating beneath his chest and glowing content in this man’s presence. A softness in her smile eased him as the lamplight glowed dimly in the window. To each a hero for once in this life helping to spread love’s special light wherever they go and to all they know the music of love and laughter will they sow.
Brenda Mox is a poet and visual artist in Virginia Beach, Virginia. She is also a widow and a great grandmother. Her works have been published in Wingless Dreamer, Bewildering Stories, Down in the Dirt Journal, Blaze Vox, Ariel Chart, Neo Poet, Discretionary Love, Corporeal, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Edge of Humanity and Eber and Wein Anthology.