I. From Gabriel to Bathsheba

She wasn’t the girl I hoped for.

Not the kind to fall

head first

for rosy promises

of land and protection.

She was weary

afraid

and she was beautiful.

Her rejection made sweet

by her smile

easily turning water into wine.

A dangerous thing, intoxicating.

My only choice was

to put my foot

in front of the other

away from her.

Inspired from the film Far From the Madding Crowd (2015).

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