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By Violet Date: 2003 Aug 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.05.13.25.7364]] |
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he spent several hours a day writing black ink spilled words onto crumpled pages and seeped into his finger tips he had a seven o'clock shadow and a shaded expression she could not open him to conversation he saved such exchanges for his pen and page when he could be torn from his silent words he would make love to her on the floor his stillness and quiet gave way to moans and gasping breath what had once been indifference to her curves became a sharp hunger his darkness would flood from his lips and eyes she shuddered with passion as he grabbed her, held her, bled ink into her soul these were the minutes that shattered their quiet days long after the glow subsided, she would still feel echoes of his touch she'd watch him return to his secret thoughts in the dim light and begin to collect a need for him again |