Fabricated Flowers (6)

A whole piece of my evening is missing. Erased from my thoughts surgically, leaving a dark, gaping mouth in my memories. A mysterious black hole filled with untouchable matter I can’t see. An illusion of emptiness drawing me in, absorbing all of my attention… Advertisements

The Fever

She stepped onto the train, and readily began the process of unwrapping herself. *** Bags, down. Coat, unbuttoned, unzipped. Gracefully, she slips out of it. Scarf, untied, unrolled… …Unleashing her long mane of curly, dark blonde hair.

Fabricated Flowers (5)

She invites me in and guides me to her office door. I had expected a dark interior, heavy velvet curtains, Louis XV furniture, old books and antique French tapestry. My imaginings could not have been further from reality.

Fabricated Flowers (4)

With every step we took, every word we voiced, our bodies and souls expressed the joy we felt to have crossed paths. Though I would not admit it to her or anyone, deep down, I could already sense that we would be walking as one, from then on.

Mind Travel

Warm drops of water are hitting my skin, massaging my flesh, bringing power to my mind and heat to my wintered body. With each pearly touch, my nerves loosen up. Cascading thoughts’ heat take me back to you. Soon enough my hands aren’t mine anymore. They are yours.