Thursday, November 08, 2007

Stolen Moments

The lake was deserted on that late autumn day, with no one around for miles. Stark and desolate, sunbleached barren branches rising through the water, weak afternoon sunlight, a single bird picking at weeds along the shoreline, and not a soul except the two of them. He pulled his truck as close to the water as possible so that when they looked through the windshield it appeared they were floating, pointing towards the sharp rocky outcroppings in the distance.

He kissed her, again and again and again, opening her heart like the wide expanse of water before them. Peeled off clothes, foggy windows, yearning, satisfaction and love.

Afterwards they lay tangled, hot and breathless watching the glare of the sunset on the surrounding mountains through the steamy windows. She rested her head on his bare chest, listening -- howling wind, water lapping against the rocky shore, all drowned out by the pounding of his heart. Life.

1 Comments:

Blogger Jaisan said...

well done

1:44 AM  

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