A lonely redemption in the passion

I wrote this one last night while chatting to some friends on PHC discord...

The fire was hot and burning well as night fell down easy. I had nothing to say. She was, languid.

Music was everywhere in the background, saying things as I was beginning to feel like moving closer to her, but didn’t have a map, and so yawned.

“There’s no use you trying to out-yawn me, I’m staying up all night,” she said, and moved an inch closer.

Things were going my way for a change, so I let them, and carried on learning how to breathe through both nostrils at the same time.

“I am not an angry shark come to eat you,” she said, trying to allay my fears about her intentions. “I am the lover’s walk come to save you.”

Have you ever seen the intrinsic value of a scene at midnight lit by the moon?

Have you ever counted the stars in your little part of the sky?

Have you ever died and gone to heaven?

Have you ever been redeemed?

Carrying satchels of formulated planning beyond my doom I attempted to look into her eyes and saw only that she had my measure and wasn’t going to go away for anything.

So I looked down at her undoing my clothes as fast as she could and said: “Let me help you with that.”

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