Ashen
By Jimita
Ah, you remembered the beach, the shifting sand, and shapes piling up in dunes of time. How long ago it was, and how many women I imagine there have been for you since. Was it love -- or merely our curiosity that fell across the sky? Our bodies lithe, involuntary, visceral as we gulped our first taste of passion. So many feelings, at once entreating and forbidden. But now we have aged; jaded, we play our roles: you, suave and cool, I aloof, youth elusive as the gray tendrils from your cigarette, desire ashen from misbegotten romance, heavier than my blue velvet gown. Are you grasping for me or the faded sepia longing of a time of innocence, an act of deception as we face our mortality?Response #2 to Chris Ingham's Love Letters series Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 06:25 PM PST 0 • 8
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