Love by Lou Freshwater

The last time they made love she could feel the hint of pain and loss which would become her. There were still the moments of god she always knew with him, but there was a confusion that began to interrupt what had been the silence that could only be heard when she took someone she loved like that inside. When she took them inside of everything she was, will be, and had been. The last time they made love there was a strange separation, a fluid wall of water which could not be pushed or pulled or moved. She could only dig her nails into the warmth of him in order to quiet it, to calm it, to bully it. The last time they made love there was a her and a him, but always there was also them. The last time they made love she loved the smell of his unwashed hair, his statue calves, his blond eyes and soft and rough lips, the way he took control of her hips. She loved him in ways she could never make him believe. She loved him. The last time they made love she loved him so much she forgot to breathe. A moment which would become all she could think of, because the last time she made love to him she had no idea it would be the last time they made love.

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14 responses to “Love by Lou Freshwater

  1. ” . . . because the last time she made love to him she had no idea it would be the last time they made love.” This idea/possibility haunts me. Very well done.

  2. That was incredible, Lou. Incredible. The best, most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever read about love.

  3. Hauntingly beautiful. Last sentence makes one catch a breath and hold it before allowing it to escape. And nod with understanding.

  4. Achingly beautiful. An absolutely heartbreaking piece.

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  6. Lou

    Thank you, Cathy, Laurita, Marisa, and Susan.

  7. Lou

    And Al, thank you, too.

  8. yearzerowriters

    everything, the rhythm, the language, builds up to that killer pay off line. Wonderful

    Marc Nash

  9. My heart almost physically aches with reading this, especially the last lines, because it’s so beautiful.

    Thank you for posting this.

  10. great piece, lou. the repetition here has an entrancing effect, works very well.

  11. ‘still moments of god’ — this is what we seek when we make love. gorgeous, bittersweet, poetic with the repetition of ‘the last time we made love’. so much loss here. peace…

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