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“Dream of Shattering Night (Dusk)” By: Lorent K. Cub

This immortal feeling was the beginning to someone who had already lost another. So warm and perfect in my arms had this body’s curve feel which almost instinctively seemed to me as dreaming peacefully. This growing natural happiness stubbornly forced control over my already healing heart. His expressions pulled me toward him and his sweat glistening florescent sent sentenced tremors rolling down my arms into my hands. Wasting no time his anxious motives choked out of his mouth as he jerked his face up at mine and exploded fragments of intimacy into me. It hinted suddenly his stronger impatiens as though he’d been in agonizing unbearable suffering torture which demanded with soft-hearted pressure to be released. With a silent breeze blowing in my ear, and the crossing of our fingers lacing perfectly together, out of habit I motioned quickly away from him. Though, the sudden stop of his gentle tickle ling sensation begged me with easy force to undo this barely departure action which pulled me through his barrier in a sort of trance. Every time his lips caress mine, in an over-willingly eager motion my sight  instantly becomes a blur of action so I collapse my eye lids shut with such unnecessary force that it was as if he would disappeared forever if I hadn’t kept them shut. I used to grief over always wanting to have my arms around him, to know absolutely beyond a doubt that he was mine. Every moment he came near, my ability of arrogance faltered and he overtook my will immediately, my concentration untotaled. His hands gestured mine then escorted them into an abyss of emotion for which my once fractured heart melt. Not a murmur, nor and wondering, neither whisper nor thought surfaced on my soul while he barely struggled to make an alliance with our bodies with equal passion instinctively triggered in each others immediate presence. Calmly but strangely I found myself taking increasingly repetitive strides of air as well the same with him. My face statued a smile as his angelic features shined and glimmered with inhumanly possible cuteness. Our love came through that fine line between the only two distorted worlds to reach us in a quicken sweep of a journey. My own reflection caught my curiosity and permanently embedded it into my days readying thought. No worry ever splintered into a mask that’ll shape my face as long as he stayed by my side. I look in the mirror to find some tiny, tiny portion of hope so that I could smile and keep myself from swaying in the corner of my room and sit there all night long, becoming a statue of absent love horror and grief, that he would never have to endure the separation. So there in here as it may be said that his love stikes me with unmeasurable force, enough to have the sensation of wanting.