The Cherished One

[tectak]

She awaited him
straightened the bath towels
dusted his night table
but not her own.
She prepared for him a fine lunch in their modest kitchen.
After he ate he did as was his wont. He adjusted himself to his liking.
Though she was too warm he kept the air conditioner on low
because he was used to getting cold easily.
She waited until he was in that deep slumber to raise the temperature
to cool enough for her comfort.
As he enjoys a pleasurable nap
She awaited as he slept
affectionately, adoring his cheeks, bones that draw a perfect line upon his perfect chin,
He'd said: “beauty lies between the
lines of rigor.” US or UK spelling of "rigor"? Either way I just do not get it
She sweats his absences, tossed off
like a reluctant swig of rum
She eyes the soft hills and valleys of his cherished vest
beseeching the all powerful one to confirm her vaulted wish
like a cathedral of dreaded lies
impossible to tear down his arched silences
abyss of empty space
How much more beautiful he had become over a decade and a half
desire cured like the deepest cherry garnet in her heart.
As it rises and slumbers his chest holds a core of molten desire
yet she still wonders, like that first week they had met
what it was that he might be thinking.

Hypo,
You cause me much discomfort. Why, with your wild and imaginative abilities, do you continue to post fragmented prose with little or no attempt to pull your pieces into some kind of constructed whole? As this piece stands it is a ramble...that may be a genre...but within the irrationalities of expressed thought there MUST be some indication that you, the writer, are in control. Without this control the force for freedom of expression is disruptive and at the same time debilitating. I grow tired just climbing up your thought processes without being confident of there being no missing rungs in the ladder.
"she awaited as he slept affectionately" curls my toes and I cringe.
"confirm her vaulted wish" seems like a mistake.
"tossed off (?) like a reluctant(?) swig of rum" leaves me perplexed.
" cured like (the deepest) cherry garnet" sounds fine but what the hell does it mean?
Frankly, I envy your bravado but feel that you have written this as a prologue to a po-em yet to come. I cannot wait. So I probably won't.
Very best,
tectak