He found her crying to quench the sun,
sitting on a steamy smooth rock
by the water's edge, alone,
the gulls mocking her.
He had passed her once and
could not continue ignorance,
for the sound of her pain he heard
through waves speaking in her stead.
Some noticed by glance, but he spun and
traced his footprints back to her side.
Never looking up, she sorted lies
pulled from a hand basket on her lap.
The darkest were on the bottom,
hidden long as endurance allowed,
below the sweetness of the handsome
lies used to deliver the most onerous.
She dug deep and with every one she
stared, as looking inside far away,
rubbed her head where the pain
would not relent its intimate throbbing.
Gently, he removed her hands from the
midst of the basket, took the last lie in
her clutch and dropped it to the sea,
the others he set in the hot white sand.
A fragment of a smile arose in those
moments when she unclenched the lies.
Her allure burst in that long pause
of freedom, a magnificent bloom.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Written for dVerse Poets Pub ~ Poetics: Beauty Is Everywhere