My Eternal NightA Story by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)
Thank you J. Black for the first sentence.
The cold Canadian winter nights haunt me while I lie beneath the sheets of flame, wrapped in sweet bliss holding you. Feeling your silky skin radiate heat into the pores of my skin like the high noon sun touching the Arizona desert. I close my eyes to heighten my senses as your fingers like ice on my flesh, burns a hole deep into the core of my soul.
Your breath is like a gentle northern wind as you whisper, “Never leave me.”
To which I reply, “I couldn’t if I tried.”
Then you kiss me with such passion I can almost taste sweet wine and feel a euphoric intoxication deep within. As I lay on my back and seeing your face look down upon me with the sadness, from future loneliness knowing my flight takes off in just couple hours, cuts me deep inside. It leaves another scar upon my heart keeping company the others from every time business calls me away.
Gently I stroke your cheek to silently say everything will be alright. Your sigh, though very translucent, tells me you understand but something is missing.
As you leave the bed I watch the silhouette of your body in the pale moonlight glide across the floor. Something about the way you move in the lunar glow, like I see the afterglow of shooting stars drape across your back.
As you press up against the sliding glass door the fog outside seems to form an aurora around you though it can not get inside. Then you speak softly, “I love you”. Your hot breath creates a cloud on the winter window tinted red.
Without a word I moved toward you. My feet feel as if a force of nature is guiding me. I wrap you within my arms so you could feel what I want to say but always leaves me tongue-tied.
This is the vision I see everyday through my clouded memory, it crosses reality with regret and what I should have seen coming. For how was to know it would be our last night together. Now all I can do as I look down upon you from heaven, watching you wonder what you really meant to me, is cry silent tears.
While my soul soars in heaven my body lies beneath a snowy blanket with my heart burning in a personal hell for never saying the only words you needed to hear.
If only you could hear me one more time I would tell you that "I hold you in sweet bliss with the wings I was given" and most importantly “I love you”.
© 2009 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)
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Last Updated on February 7, 2009
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)
It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncool
AboutBirth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Currently working as an Ag Tech 1 for California's Department of Food and Agriculture. Obviously I love to write. I love murder mysteries .. more..
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