Close Your Eyes My
Darling
by
Lisa Paris
Warning: Death fiction.
Close your
eyes my darling.
Close your eyes
and drift away.
You’ve fought
so long and fought so hard,
but the battles
done, the war is lost.
Surrender to the
softness of the darkness, the oblivion that’s free from pain and fever, from
struggle and fear.
Let go.
I’m here for you;
I’ll never leave you.
Not until your
eyes have long since closed forever,
not until the
frost has touched your skin, the breath has left your lungs.
I’ll never leave
you.
I’ll hold you
like I hold you now.
So close against
my breast like a mother with her son, as a woman holds her lover.
And in my dreams
you are that lover, just as you have been from the first.
From the very
first day that you stepped down from that Stage.
I wanted you then,
to touch your skin, to see your blue-eyes sparkle just for me.
But I was a child
and you were a man.
You were my hero,
bold and dangerous !
You spoke to me
softly and teased me gently,
brought me bunches
of prairie flowers after a day on the range………………
Helped me peg
out the washing on the line, peeled potatoes with me as we laughed together
in the kitchen.
A brother by proxy,
and always my friend.
Infuriating and
stubborn, single-minded and proud.
Oh how I feared
for you, fretted over you, and clock- watched each time you went away.
And always I loved
you.
Dear God, how
I loved you !
Watched as you
stripped off your shirt at the pump-handle, weary and dust-covered from a
day on the range.
Water sparkling
on your brown skin, the clean lines of your body and flexure of your muscles.
You have always
been so beautiful.
You take my breath
away.
And I’d watch,
my heart pounding, as you glistened in the sun.
Hair sleek as
a seals, sinews strong and corded like a panther.
How I longed to
touch you.
To run my hands
across your bare chest, to trace the definition of those muscles, taste the
rose-coloured sensitivity of your nipples on my tongue…………….
Touch you.
Taste you.
Feel your strong
hands on my body.
God I wanted you.
And I’ll want
you forever.
Even when you’re
gone.
And I always knew
that one-day, I would lose you.
You were always
too reckless, took too many chances,
fought-in too
many lost causes.
And however brave
you were, however strong, however fast, there were always those who sought
to take you down.
Time and time
again you defied the odds.
How many times
I sat in vigil over you !
Counting your
breaths and the rise and fall of your chest, soothing your fevers and easing
your pains.
Could you ever
tell, and did you never know in all those nightmare days and hours, just how
much I loved you ?
That I didn’t
want to be your little sister ?
Did you ever really
notice, did you never really see?
that I’m not a
child anymore.
Not the little
sister you teased so unmercifully or defended so quixotically ?
That I didn’t
want your protection or your help round the Estancia !
No.
I wanted your
arms around me.
Your body against
mine.
The feel of your
long brown fingers in my hair, across my scalp………………
Your mouth on
my lips, on my face,
on my skin………………
Warm breath mingling,
soft flesh touching, quiet voice whispering that you love me,
you want me,
that you’ll be
mine forever……………
I wanted your
secrets, your pain and your memories.
I wanted to take
them and wipe them all away.
To be the one
who stole the heartache from your eyes !
Such blue, blue
eyes.
I wanted it all,
wanted you all.
Wanted it so badly
that how could you never know ?
And now it’s all
too late.
Too late to tell
you and too late to have you, except in my dreams, except in my heart.
A captive forever.
The echo of a
dream .
Close your
eyes my darling.
Go softly
to the night.
The candle
flickers at your bedside like the last light of your soul.
Fragile
and insubstantial, the dying of the flame.
I remember
when they brought you home.
Broken
and bleeding, tortured and tormented.
The monsters
that did this have paid for their huge crime, but not before they’d wrought
their savage evil.
And you
fought.
How you
fought !
You strained
and struggled so hard for your life, to live,
to come
back to us, and never let us down.
You always
were so very scared you’d let us down.
And we
fought so hard to keep you too.
How we
hoped and prayed you’d make it !
Bargained
and pleaded with God !
But in
those days, there was still hope then.
Hope that
you’d recover despite the awful gravity of your injuries.
Hope despite
the terror in my soul.
Hope that
love alone would beat it !
A miracle
would happen, and you’d survive the odds again………………
But it
was not to be.
Not this
time.
You were
just too badly broken.
Just too
badly hurt.
And the
fever raged inside you and filled your lungs with fluid.
The sickly
sweet infection that poisoned your neglected wounds, and grew too strong to
fight……………
But how
we kept on praying for you.
The desperation
hard as stones inside our hearts,
the denial
holding back all rationale as we told each other how tough you were.
What a
fighter you were.
How once
again, we knew you’d win this battle.
But it
was not to be.
Your father
and your brother cannot face it.
So lost
and swamped with grief they’re barely functioning.
One filled
with guilty sorrow and regret.
One filled
with disbelief and bereavement.
To have
what was so recently his, taken so cruelly from him.
And I’ll
be there for them both when it’s over.
When you
no longer need me anymore.
But I’m
the practical one.
Your little
practical one.
Practical,
pragmatic and capable, I can’t afford to crumble till you’re gone.
Not whilst
I can give you comfort in the nights and soothe your agonies in the days.
Cool your
burning forehead, bathe your raging body, ease your cruel hurts.
In these,
your final days, you are so truly mine.
Mine and
mine alone.
Every part
of you, each intimate inch of your body.
All the
creases and folds, softnesses and hidden places…………………
Every bit
of you is mine in a bittersweet gift of parting.
A lonely
benison of sorrow.
And now, this
is the last night.
I know it in my
soul.
Your breathing
slow and shallow, skin so cold and dry.
I trace the tiny
blue veins on your eyelids.
Fluttery and patterned
like a butterfly’s wing……………
Lashes long and
feathery,
slightly curled……………
Your head is heavy
on my breast,
the pain is heavy
in my heart.
Already, you’re
half gone.
I sense your spirit’s
gradual departing as though you sense my hurt and wish that you could mend
it.
Nothing ever will
again.
The candlelight
gleams on your silken hair as I make us more comfortable against the pillows,
pull you closer into my arms where you always should have been.
Press my lips
against your hair so soft as baby-down.
I hope that you
know peace here.
I hope you know
you’re loved.
Oh dear God, how
you’re loved !
My tears fall
on your face now, silent silver rain.
I want to stop
you going, but I want to end your pain .
You’ve fought
so long and hard now; I just want to end your pain……………
Did you never
guess I loved you ?
I have nothing
left to lose now, nothing left to gain.
“ I love you so
much, I always have…………”
I whisper the
words and tell you my heart,
gift you the words
as the last I can offer.
“ Always, from
the first, as a woman loves a man.
I love you so
much……………”
I feel your breath
like a sobbing sigh,
light and insubstantial
as a ghost’s, as I realise with a heartbeat that you’ve opened your eyes.
Did you hear me,
do you know now ?
I kiss your forehead
with a sigh.
Your lips move,
soundless, silently against me,
soft as a flower
petal, as I strain to hear your words.
Blue eyes lucid.
The first time
in weeks, untainted by delirium, but dull,
the light dying…………
“ Teresa…………”
My name like a
whisper, the wind through the trees.
Soft in the Spanish
style, gentle and beautiful,
a caress on your
tongue.
I bend my head
closer.
“ Yes love, I
hear you.”
“ Te amo Teresa,
Te amo…………”
Those words, so
sweet, too sweet, too late…………
You are leaving.
I sense your departing.
The essence of
you slipping inexorably across the veil.
“ No veo………”
But your eyes
are still open.
Your beautiful
azure eyes are still open.
“ Close your eyes
my darling, close your eyes and drift away…………”
And your lids
drop and shut forever.
Your breath stills
and stops forever.
My heart alone
and cold forever.
As I hold you
‘till dawns grey light.
Lisa Paris. July 2002.
THE END