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Sunday Oct 05, 2008

Oct 5, 2008
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Amber Eyes

Mists low and silently parting before, then embracing my every step. The mists of my breath breaking the still of the near dawn. Could be the dead of what is so called night. But what means night? If day be for the living and I would live for sun already set and the thousand sun risings of starlight magically neither rising nor falling -- sometimes rioting in streaks of impatient heartbeat across the only "day" they shall ever know.

I smile to think of it. My steps elongate as they quicken: a trot, the gallop. Makes me laugh, and laugh is bliss. Bliss, bliss, sweet freedom and springing from my hips full into atmosphere. I can smell her, so tender and pure. Freshness that creates longing beyond mere hunger or need to feed. She elevates me to hunt.

I travel to where I smell her. The closer I am the more I can hear her heart in the smell of her, until I can feel the beat of it in my blood, as I inhale that she doesn't yet know that she senses me. Her confusion is milk to me, honeyed and satisfying in its own right.

Shall she run to me or from me? My desire draws her as her own fear disgusts her. To me, to me, my own true dear to me. And just as I am singing to her, she does my dream and breaks from kin. Rabbiting in a paroxysm of miserable delight. I almost pity her; I want her so.

Neither of us can resist. We run flat out. I am her shadow in the high noon of near moonlight, stars quietly insisting. Are they watching? Can they see? Dare anyone interfere? Can she or I at this moment even care? And I am her shadow no more. I bring her into me and she cries fighting the earth, lifting herself higher into my maw. Giving, giving, and giving until at last she can give no more and I can take no more, and it is done. We are one.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
rashel:
Thank you for the comment on my set "Scissors" smile
Mar 6, 2009
clio:
thank you lady! more coming soon.. wink
Apr 5, 2009

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