Thursday, November 27, 2014


Shadowed sheets slowly slide down the corner of the mattress. Echoing vibrations of primal remembrance shake through each shuddering breath. Flush with sweat and simply smiling she lies backwards and slowly finds herself. Time and cares creep back into a nagging awareness of small obligations and idiotic demands. 

But, for a shining space of unknown time they had slipped the bounds of future and past and lived free from consequence.

(c) 2014 Edward Lockhart

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