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Rhodes---Failed Foundation

I am not sure when it happened, the surrender. It is as if all of the safe-holds failed, the collapse of my foundation inevitable.

When did I become weak for her? Was it the moment I saw her at the farmer’s market, nose buried in the fresh cut flowers, a jar of honey in hand? That first night I’d sat on her street, watching her, making sure she was safe? Was it when she smiled at me that day in Parker’s coffee shop? Surely it couldn’t have been the day I spent trailing her, keeping my distance as she moved through her life. Perhaps she broke my armor the morning I’d found her dancing to AC/DC in her closet, without a care in the world. Maybe it was the moment her levees broke, when she had begun to lay herself bare, and all her cards spread out in the most glorious of wonders.

One thing I know for certain?

She is mine to worship. To protect. To dominate. To walk beside. To adore.

To love.

And gods, do I love her.