Library: Psyche's Child

in the dream... ...he stands stillbound her pace slows and she smiles at him. the tendrils of her hair wisps float about her face, and down, cascading down her round cheeks down, over her shoulders down, over the swell of her breasts downward it falls past her waist and her dress billows out in the wind stirring the heavy hair and cloth whipping quietly against a presence a dark shadow which lies between them and he inhales sharply, quickly as a scent flutters around him curling like a she-cat in a slow, seductive gesture like fingers of a lover Time pushes back his sleeping locks and restlessly tossing its hand away he turns over, falling again deeper 'and her eyes crinkle in mirth glittering they sparkle at him, and the light glows brighter a touch on his cheek , a kiss of warm, soft lips upon his warm skin under moonlight and when at last he can see her eyes have closed and she withholds something there and with apprenhension he knows fluxing brushes stroke shimmering Time the clouds roll over the moon, at speeds none might comprehend forward, onward, she denies her laughter somehow subdued and the life now is crude gesturing, he shrinks away as he sees the harmful truth and the hesitation in her eyes --MAY03 09JUN03

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Library: Psyche's Child