"Could'nt we just be like embers?" She asked
as we braced the cliffs of mist.
"We could fall and bathe
in the seas of spice and swim underwater
to the new world below."

They stopped to rest a spell upon a great rock and there were
others there.
Different ones, their noses turned up, their faces bared the skin
of an alligator.
This kind of being also hunched over and squinted much more
than they probably should have.

He brushed her light and dark hair with a unicorn bone and tried not to look directly into her eyes.
She took his hand and kissed it, the sweetest, smallest kiss and
their eyes met for the first time in the
9 years they had known each other.

The two great moons split and the couple now knew they'd have to seek shelter soon
,for it was beginning to blood.

The others walked backwards and grew into younger, swifter versions
of themselves and slid down the cliffs of mist into the fog
of immaturity below,only to someday return again.

A limping winged horse carried the couple to safety.
Deep into the mountains lies a cave where the air never gets.


Their eyes were still locked since the kiss before the storm.
She grabbed his hand again, this time running his fingers up her thigh.
She began to smirk as she took her free hand and extended it outside the cave to catch some blood.
She now overlapped her damp warm hand with his and pressed down firmly.
The blood and sweat was smearing on her pale skin and his heart beats
began to double.
As she removed her robe he dared not ask the burning question that plagued his soul,
for that would only end this dream.

So he spoke to himself:
"Is this love, or are we just fucking ?"

10/06/2009

Posted on 10/06/2009
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