He slipped in during the most quaint hour of my life –
The moment in which I had given up on my frantic search for fulfillment,
yet only seconds before I was prepared to reside in kind with loneliness.
He surely had never been bold before now in the announcement of his intent –
For that matter, I was certain he’d thought nothing of me at’all,
seemingly caring very little for my former presence in his midst.
After all, we’d kept one another’s company, in an aloof sort of way, on prior occasions –
In past days, when his eyes had been upon others,
his heart fancying their presence on his arm
in lieu of mine.
I was quite taken aback when he at last turned his focus on me.
Oh, let me assure you. In a million years, I would’ve sworn to you –
I meant absolutely nothing to him.
I would’ve lifted my chin haughtily and declared to you –
I’ll never offer him the response he’s sought from so many others
Yet there I was, most peculiar in my retort to his grotesque charm –
Falling into his ample arms,
casting my breathiness upon his face,
feeling my heart no longer tepid to his touch.
Take me! I cried. I am yours!
He pulled me close to his frame,
wrapped me tenderly in his arms,
cloaked the chills traveling my spine.
Finally – my release –
as Death offered me his long-awaited kiss.
Written in response to this week’s Trifecta prompt – 3rd definition of:
1: obsolete: EXPERT, SKILLED
2a: marked by skillful design <quaint with many a device in India ink — Herman Melville>
b: marked by beauty or elegance
3a : unusual or different in character or appearance : ODD
b : pleasingly or strikingly old-fashioned or unfamiliar <a quaint phrase>