Shorter be the days with an ever looming drain of the sun. Into the cold and the freeze with shivers on the spine. Feeling nothing outside zero on the hot touch of skin with a foetal rock in the shadows of the slumber between.
Short for the wife, and far too long for the husband. Time is on the side of those with no clocks to bear or watch.
Rise up in the core draws from the heart, a fuel which fires from the elation and constant joy of conversation inside a marital existence. Free flowing and on all things crowing, with the one, the only, the forever and all.
Dawn beckons easily along the days from late falls of dusk. Hours while into the obscene, a matter of fact with a life and love stretching continents and oceans on points far too far to bear.
Days like these are the days to hold close. Days many more to stay in the warm embrace. One that never will part, never will break and only strengthen on each sunset into sunrise.
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
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