By Galadrial Date: 2005 Mar 23 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.23.16.34.13215]] |
If you ever wondered where I went when we were in less than sweet repose, when the past became a dragon you needed to slay just to get past your average day, I found comfort in pages not a best seller--- just committing the same sins on different sheets, these were white--- decorated only with the traces that we could leave safely. Pages and pages of desire unspoken, dreams unshared, making some order of splendid chaos, maybe even hoping to give berth to a too mortal love, to oil the waters to calm that never knew still with us. Undercurrents spilling to pleasure, promises made in haste--- Pages and pages until I needed a place to put us neatly or risk going unquietly insane. So i did not wrap it with a scarlett ribbon, did not stamp it with pomp and sealing wax to give it importance, but I sent you the pages where we lived when I was needing a place to just be where you were in me. |