Inception | StoryPoem | Light-Years in the Dark | Crawshaw


She was not to be believed. A beauty undefined. Amorphous warmth entering her body like a lover. Fulfilling her desire by not wanting, simply accepting. His voice a whisper echoing deep within. Melding them as one. He was what she wanted to be. An ecstacy. A conception. Of perfection. Awakening. She awoke. He was nowhere. Lingering everywhere. A vapor trail. Soft as morning light. Impressionistic. A destination to share. She lay sprawled in the folds of bedding. The sky parting. A new sun being born. Waiting to give birth. Gazing as a child.

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