Saturday, January 28, 2012

Something from when I was asleep.

It was a brief moment. There was no context, or speech.
We folded into each other like magnets.
Crook of arm meeting joint of wrist, neck pressed against neck so I felt the faint throb of her pulse.
The points of contact sent tingling multicoloured ripples outward over us.
Our eyes were closed, we were crouched behind a Roman pillar. It was night.
And her scent of old books and fresh coffee lingered.

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