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Silver Gold A story 01
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Narrative in progress Singled out in a lime colored room
She huddled against the couch
And hung her head into her glass.
He was looking at her.
At her.
She drew a breath
And he held it for her.
A silver golden thread of
Possession
Hung between them,
A man she did not know.
She could feel him
There across the room.
She could know him
There across the space.
How he would feel
If she ran her hands,
Slowly, across his shoulders,
Sitting in command of every
Atom of his being.
She’d trail her fingers like
Rivulets along his back.
Painted nails would slip up the neck
To cradle the jaw of
A man she didn’t know.
Her thoughts wander to this
As she sat rooted to the upholstery,
Bare nails wrapped around
Sweating crystal.
She kisses him.
Leans over and kisses him.
Kisses him, Kisses him, Kisses him.
This man she does not know.
What are you thnking?
She turns and blinks
A voice inside her head.
You know I saw you
You know I see you.
There across the room,
And he trails his hand across
Her shoulder,
Sends shivers electrifying
Down to her thighs.
He follows his fingers
To face her and asks
"Is this seat taken?"
He sits and the crystal sweats and
She bobs her head and lets out the breath
He was holding.
The threads collapse
And the corposant flame
Not burning but initiating
Like a novice to the church
Glows in the fires
Captured and belonging
Her heart flew
To the man she did not know.
