All was silent. Except for the sound of waves breaking against the shore ... blackest, deepest, warmest night. Bluest, widest, frigid sea. I smelled salt, and sweat. The sun sunk below the horizon, leaving only traces of still-vibrant orange dancing across the surface of the water. Like flames.
But it was only an Impression.
I fell, not feeling the sand beneath but only the sharp contrast of the humid night around me and the cold sea-water rising up past my feet, my legs. Languid, I slowly looked around, trying to focus; trying to get up. I only managed to sit up - your gravity was too much.
And suddenly I was lost.
Lost in your touch, your smell, your gaze, your expression ... your essence. In everything that you ever had been, would be, were right then ... I lost myself to it. You were so beautiful, and I could never go back. Your passion blazed through my veins with a vitality beyond mere life itself. Nothing else could captivate my spirit.
And I had to know, I had to hear, the echoes of the past that had made you who you were today.
But it was only an Impression.
I fell, not feeling the sand beneath but only the sharp contrast of the humid night around me and the cold sea-water rising up past my feet, my legs. Languid, I slowly looked around, trying to focus; trying to get up. I only managed to sit up - your gravity was too much.
And suddenly I was lost.
Lost in your touch, your smell, your gaze, your expression ... your essence. In everything that you ever had been, would be, were right then ... I lost myself to it. You were so beautiful, and I could never go back. Your passion blazed through my veins with a vitality beyond mere life itself. Nothing else could captivate my spirit.
And I had to know, I had to hear, the echoes of the past that had made you who you were today.
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My Poetry
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Day adjourns, Night steals in, thieves soft light from land and sea; leaves naught more than a
Cold, grim, gold-studd -
A stumbling block; accidental fall,
A thudded drop, and a splintered skull. -
what gives passion its rouge tint?
the scarlet tide of tears is loosed32 lines, December 31, 2006. In Love
