She covers me in twilight aching, as filtered by summer leaves. Shadowed within shadows gloaming slips down, descends, pours over me.
Blind to consequence, she moves through the weald seamless, with feet drifting on wraith. A kiss on my grey lips passing, breath crisp to the taste and pale fingers linger mists on cheek before she wisps away.
I am wicker-bound by convention though the distance moves well beyond time.
Flint for my eyes, sharp, though always blind I must be. They scrimshawed my bones to mask the words from me. Lips set to suture, to trap my voice to me.
Waiting on the fires, mists’ kiss watching, twilight aching over me.
8 responses to “Twilight aching”
Soft, evocative, and quietly haunting. It feels like a moment suspended between presence and absence, cold, intimate, and fleeting. The imagery of breath and mist makes the kiss feel both tender and inevitable, as if she’s already becoming memory even as she touches you.
Thank you. It’s always interesting to see which phrases stick with people and how they interpret them. Hope you are doing well, Jennifer. 💙
You’re so welcome. You write so beautifully. I hope you’re well today 💙
So far. It is early still. Plenty of time for me to fall flat on my face.
😂 same, but lets hope we don’t! I meant to reply to your other comment, not start a new one 🙄
It happens, especially on phone for me. Something about WordPress not having the ability to read my mind when I use the comment box, LOL.
There are plugins that make the comment system way better, but then break Jetpack functionality. I have to choose between having awesome comments or being part of the WordPress reader ecosystem. I chose the latter because most of my readers use WordPress Reader to follow comments and read my posts.
Beautifully written.
Thank you, Bob.