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Feb 2014 · 473
Blank
Edward Barnett Feb 2014
I feel empty.
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                                                               ­             Alone.

Like a canteen left in the dry arid desert behind the wilting Mojave Aster. As if someone had forgotten about it, half filled with water. The missing spaces like a reverberating echo.
Lost
        Lost
               Lost
                      
Like a storm cloud building as the pressure from air currents rises and the accumulated condensation of the world rest on it's shoulders, but the heavens never burst. There will be no torrents of power to wash clean away the earth.
Feb 2014 · 629
Dark Chocolate
Edward Barnett Feb 2014
A subtle scent; warmth and earth.
Flowing upwards.
A bite. Sensual, melting aroma and liquid gold for the mouth. The warming rectangular chunk passes my soft, red lips and sits on my tongue.
Melting now.
My body craves more and begs me to swallow but the sensation is too great. Caught between desire and sensation I find myself immovable.
Dark chocolate.
Feb 2014 · 2.4k
Romance by the Seaside.
Edward Barnett Feb 2014
I chased her in the ivory moonlight, her ebony hair curling softly over her dark skinned shoulders.
A faint smile with a chasing laugh followed on lips as soft as down.
We ran down by the sandy sweet seaside. The shore called our names and our feet carried us forward.
Frothing waves kissed our feet as my hand slid into hers. Their roar quitened as we drew near.
The night disguised us as I wrapped her safely in my arms and held her closely to me.
Her radiantly sparkling eyes told me I was right in leaning down to softly kiss her, my hand trailing
through her tresses and down her back to rest lightly on her hip.
It was the first of many as we stood under that heavenly sky, alit with stars and the faint twinkling of
refracted light from the crests of the waves.
As I led her by the hand back towards my home, our footprints stood still.
A memory in the sand.

— The End —