Sleep speckles these eyes.
Leaving dreams like fingerprints on my eyelids.
I break that vision of you down, prismed and scattered.
Tasting like crystal.
When the fragrant sound of your voice touched me.
I unfurled like a bud awakening to the morning song.
The sheet of love hangs across my heart, pounding like the rain.
You step inside, feeling the walls to my lungs while you breathe new life in.
Breath like ocean spray and the hint of gladioli.
I mark this dream, for it’s the only place I can find you.
The only place I trust you to be there.
Collected and kept like a shell on a mantlepiece.
Placed for my own enjoyment, and a sign of well-travelled bones.
Yet the possession bothers you not, for you rise like the moon in daytime.
Defiant against the sun.
Casting long reaching shadows that follow me throughout my day.
Cooling my skin where I touch upon them.
Touching part of your soul, those bits you let escape.
It must be a waking dream that haunts and carries me.
Keeping me contacted and close.
Cuddled against the consternation of being alive.
Being of being, with you so far away.
Havoc and Consequence 
Beautifully tender.
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Tender was the word buzzing as i typed, so glad it shone through. Funny i don’t think i used it though, ha! the way the brain goes. Thanks Tom (I’m enjoying Hellhunter by the way!)
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Thanks ever so much, pal! If there’s anything in particular that stands out & resonates with you, I’d love to hear your thoughts in each chapter’s comments so I know what works well 🙂
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As always, i like how you introduce characters and their little quirks. Adds levels that keep you interested.
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Lovely
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Thank you,
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