She sits in the dark and sees the world through another’s
eye, the fiction of another’s mind. The shades and the masquerade, she takes
the world in and she breathes it and wonders what lies underneath.
A story so familiar, the tales as cold as ale. Etched
in her eyes as she sees their lover’s eyes. The stories of their pain, inhuman
passion, impasse touch, exquisite taste, fast paced love making and incoherent
declarations of love, the positives of love and demerits of friendship she
watches as she looks through another’s lenses.
The scuffled pages of books, the words formed from
friendships and all these coexist. She can’t dismiss it. The eminent truth lies
underneath. What she’s felt in the sheets, whens she’s girth her teeth and felt at feet passion, pure intensity and heat exists but it’s fleeting like
a beast in mating season. What lies underneath the kiss, the gaze in her lovers
eyes, the words unspoken in goodbye and the warmth of an embrace, the words
unspoken speak of things felt and describe what lies underneath.
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What lies beneath...
vulnerability beneath protectiveness
truth beneath a perspective, beneath what one believes to be true but not necessarily so. Then some fear but chance tells the outcome. Take it.
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