￼ The night drips around me in liquid satin, a perfect black. I can taste its velvety texture, hear its thrumming silence, sense the still. The pause before the final breath, the hush before the breaking storm, darkness slips its fingers around my throat and squeezes with the subtle kindness of a misplaced love. I […]
￼ Immortal My beloved She’ll never sleep We’ll waltz into eternity Smiling
Whilst the sun drips away, sorrow purges dead veins like sea ice flowing to the heart. Yet, hope remains of a place beyond places where lovers might live in peace and the gentle thuds of a chest in motion beguiles what melancholy has disenfranchised. Two wait to step into eternity. Into Eternity (Coming very soon!) […]
Alice stopped and looked at me with those great big eyes of hers, round like full moons. “Will we always love each other?” she asked, licking at her teeth. “We always have.” Alice raised an eyebrow, her lips curling up like a hungry wolf’s. “Forever and always.” “Always and forever.”
￼ Staring at the moon was more than a pastime, more than a fad, for we had no time for such trifles. The celestial seeped into our bloodstreams each night turning crimson to silver, warmth to enduring cold, desire to determination. We would last forever, hands held, eyes locked, eternally nocturnal.
Insubstantial “Is this it?” she asked. Our small boat rocked in the wake of a shoal of moonfish. It gave me chance to sugarcoat a reply. “If it is, I can’t think of a better way to spend it.” “You seem pleased.” “I am, and you should be, too. We have the moon and an […]
“Midnight,” she breathed, “we’ll meet at midnight.” And I waited. How I counted every tick of the clock, every creak of the stairs, every heartbeat. Time moved as though drugged, a slowing of the blood. Then, she was there. “Midnight,” she breathed, as she had every night since she passed.
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A shadow of the woman I’d come to love, she hid in the shade of a willow. “Don’t be afraid,” I whispered. “I’m home, my love.” Breaths that should have kissed the morning were not there, but home was still home. The object of my affections cowered further still pulling the willow tendrils about […]
I am drifting through an endless dream, my dream. A goodbye hangs from lips like a soggy cigarette, a friend who is unwilling to leave, but I cannot remember who I addressed it to. Perhaps, it was myself. There are images in the twinned glass of up and down. Jagged points of interaction disturb a […]