Reflection (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
I look into the water and stare at the reflection of the man. He’s tall, blonde and blue-eyed. The very picture of all that is beautiful and acceptable in the world. He’s a man women love to flirt with and men envy.
Yet looking deep into those eyes, I see a wall. It’s been built to keep people from seeing his darkest secrets and his deepest longings. No one knows he’s unhappy. No one understands that the life he lives isn’t what he dreams of at night.
He escorts gorgeous women to parties and galas. He’s romantically linked to any woman he spends more than a minute with. A grimace mars that perfect forehead. He doesn’t want to press his lips to a smooth cheek. Soft skin leaves him cold. Gentle hands make him worry. A curvy perfumed body rubbing against him turns him off.
A five o’clock shadowed chin scraping across his cheek. Rough skin warming his own. Strong hands grasping him and holding him tight. A muscular solid body making him moan. That’s what he longs for, but he doesn’t know how to break down the walls and ask for it.
I touch a finger to the water and watch the ripples distort the image of the man. I stand and he does the same. Sadness fills my heart as I walk away, a living reflection of the man in the pond. Trapped with in my life as he is in the water.