Sunday, October 25, 2009

Waking On A Sunday, Your Face Haunting

A Subconscious Memory Of Us Remembered In The Morning

We came across each other in the park. Much time had passed since we had seen each other. You looked much as I remembered you. Your beauty was never just skin deep. Your smile lit the flame, burned right through me. Nothing but words passing between us, like waves between shores. Closer, we closed the distance of our bodies. The sky above us, we nestled beneath eiderdown, groaning like beasts of burden. Cool air growing hot, heat dripping. Moments growing into infinite space, a rejection of life viewed as linear time. Exchanging thermal reactions, each frenzied slide one bit closer to this, to this, to this, to this, to this to this, to, to,to,tooooooooooo... The only salvation worth anything.

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