Torn

He stands in the distance, his broad silhouette dark against the turquoise sea, the grey-green of his eyes like storm tossed waves. He waits for her there, all fire and light and passion. She longs again for the brand of his skin on hers, for the poison of his kiss, aches for the deep promise in his gaze. Memories unconsciously summoned slam through her, their power to cease rational thought almost frightening.
She sees the question in his stance, in the way he leans towards her, unsure, not quite certain even of his own desires. And yet, she hears the longing in his voice as he calls her name over the crashing of the afternoon tide, willing her to be his and stay.
The sea and sky are the perfect lovers, she notes, the way they fit together, storms and peace and inspiration united in their blue expanse. She sways for a moment. Would life be that way were she move now into the haven of his embrace? She recalls his declaration of love and while she believes his heart she isn't sure his promises are strong enough to stand on. The strength of his word is at times as flimsy as the distant sand dunes, barely able to withstand the weighty tests of truth and loyalty.

Miles away another man waits for her in the coolness of the cottage, his love and dedication proven true. He knows not that she stands here in rigid indecision, choosing between passion and propriety. How his heart would bleed. He is so good, so kind, so devoted...and yet, she longs for the frenzied cascade of drowning emotions when her gaze meets that of the man on the far shore.
Sunlight catches a single tear as it falls unheeded, a shining diamond on her fair cheek. She savors the salty sea on her lips, remembering again his mouth on hers, tasting the kiss of the man in the cottage. A fond smile brushes her lips but it fails to reach her eyes. She feels nothing. No storms or peace or inspiration. She is safe with him and taking risks brings dangerous and thrilling adventures. But adventures make her heart live and spirit sing.
And so she is decided.

She hears her name on the wind as he calls to her yet again, the sound of his musical voice caressing each syllable, the allure of fire and unswerving desire almost tangible in its deep rumble. Even as she steps towards his waiting arms she knows she has at least chosen truth if not wisdom. Her heart will forever be wandering if she goes back to that seaside cottage, if she lets him kiss her, lets him shower her with adoration and undying promises. She cannot deny this part of her any more than she can deny his complete happiness.
Lies do not become her.