The course of my aimless marching kept me within the Meadow; somehow I never crossed a single border. Each step sounded – endorsed by the heavy weight of death that collected within the giant spaces of my body. My wander was odd to others with my form. They collected and organized into the convenient sections of this world. I was only at ease here; the darkest black spaces.
All progression concluded as an opening of frondescence gave way for the midnight sun’s opalescent glow. I cloyed within her - ignorant to the ungulates that I was forced to share our moments with. Crisp caresses of her shade tangled the mucked strands of black along my neck. Turning upward, my nasals leveled with the anticipated stream of air. Nasals dilated, the bitterness entering my body to greet every crevice; inside it felt much like my body clutched a breath. I pressed the air out of me; dispersing from my lips unchanged. I did not have the ability to change oxygen with my organs - an obvious sign of my deprivation.
I was often caught sinking into my inquisitions – most of them lodged in my own head. At this time, I do not feel so alone. I had left my love to wander moments ago, with a quick peer from my blackened awe – I confirmed I was under the moon’s ruthless aim. My giant dark black shadow cascaded in attendance to the harshening gleam; I couldn’t leave. Amiss my search for her return – I witnessed something so odd. Why odd? This was so odd, I question if I truly saw.
It appeared as if another beam created a physical mass, did it come from the moon? Its blackness was so sweetly embedded into my night – I would not have missed such a lovely shade. It noticed me, I felt its view fondling my intent stare. Was it her?
With my assumptions; I was compelled to leave my post, my limbs broke into a longing tread – I was so close to her. I’ve never seen her physical mass, her beautiful black hair and beautifully blackened flesh outlined a perfectly sculpted woman.
”My night, please do not stray,”
She seemed flustered in her new form; I might stop here to wait. ” Please… “, I fear she will leave me, I know she must – but, offer me a moment of your beautiful company. I have waited far too long.
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My life is full of longing, but for what I'll never know. I've been drawn into the fire as I reap what I sow..