this morning they made love nearly unconsciously
he didnt open his eyes he didnt know if she opened hers
they fell into one another the nuzzling gentle
touching like blowing on paper and thin stick kindling
its razor redsmouldering
edges glowing become
inflamed becoming enraged and engulfing
he was sure if he opened his eyes after she rolled off of him that their scorch and ashes would be clinging languidly
or running like spiders on the ceiling
he didnt open his eyes
he liked the imagery
1056, day-between-2-Ts, 24 12.
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0939, Sunday, 16 4.
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