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| Life, Love, Lust by � arhllm Two hundred and fifty degree heat radiating from your body surrounding mine in an open sauna of tangled legs wet sticky sheets. Stifling heat body reaches to open the window earning a fraction of relief in a whisper of crisp predawn air. Gaining further access it filters down through my fingers caressing my arm. Goose bumps welcomed. Body free forming itself to the shape of the jagged wall yearning for the coldness of the snow laden ground. Snowflakes float through the half inch crack made by frantic finger tips now lying quietly in the darkness not wanting to stoke the furnace of your lust. Cherishing the breath of space between us on this burnt out bed of past desires. The snow continuing its downward flight. Body cooling skin drying snow falling in. Small movement not enough to wake shifting ten years of marriage's gain. Left to right right to vertical feet down to the worn oak of the floor. It creaks breath held count to five. Crawl out from around this furnace with its state of discharged life waking up to its inability to love. Recognizing your need to feed through your alcohol induced lust. I turn towards the bed watch the snow. It floats through the crack made by my fingertips. Gently a mound forms on your face. A.R.Hill 2001 |