Through the Fog
there came the dawn, rushing over me, through the fracture in my window. The unsullied air wafting past my legs still bare and entangled in last night’s good intentions. Dew drops gliding through the fault in my pane, coating my fingers with unkempt promises of Aurora. Recycling the epoch of my day as I slump into my stash of partly vacant paper sheets. Blank, untraceable letters ...
Away you sculled, drifting north; your countenance grew cold as I called out for you. But you watched me smother myself amongst those billowing white sails. A stage of broken beams, splintering, as the tide of the crowd rippled against the friction between us. You nearly drowned yourself in me, engulfed in sea foam, breathless. As we discovered ever crevice beneath those ocean blue...