sourlemone
Bluelighter
Those tender moments...lying, exasperated, barely able to breathe,struggling with uncontrollable laughter, in each others arms, then silence...a kiss, then up and away again.
Sitting outside, watching the stars and the moments tick by slowly, her head on your chest, moving in synchronicity with your breathing, the warmth, stroking her hair as she sighs and falls asleep...
Looking into her eyes as she tells you she won, or did well, or triumphed over some adversity, a passionate kiss, a tight embrace, gazing longingly into her lapus-lazuli sea of understanding and knowing everything at that very moment, was for certain.
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Those moments of grief - a family member - no, it can't be! consoling the irrational with nothing but love and limited understanding; she bathes in the comfort. sobbing to sleep, in your arms again.
The job interview didn't work out, weeping as she hits you, a fit of rage, passion and sadness, that passes...you smile to yourself as you coo and she quietens, lying next to you.
Your turn...your poor mother, sobbing gently into her delicate shoulder, she knows only too well the pain, her words gentle, meanings kind, sentiments genuine, love true. you fall asleep against her.
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After sleep, you are confronted.
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Love, bitterness, impartiality.
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The Morning is a strange beast.
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Sunday: You waken in a drugged stupor, with her entangled, basking in the afterglow. You rise and float to breakfast, she follows, hanging on, sitting on your lap and feeding you eggs as a baby, you laugh...a slow kiss
Monday: Reality. Work. Sobriety. You wake to coffee, a quick peckon the cheek, slammed down...1
...2
...3
out the door, she signs i'll call at lunch! and you're out.
The clock turns.
Back home, tired the both of you, sitting and watching TV. She stays up to study. Alone.
Wednesday: Stress. Exams for her, boss for you. You make your own coffee, a note on the table, she left! It'll wait for dinner.
Dinner comes. Quiet, subdued, little talk. You sleep.
Thursday: Bitterness. You spill coffee, emotions pouring out and bursting their dams, she runs off, you stand with no answer, defeated, calling in sick, you sit down, queasy. She comes in, apologizes, it's the stress. You smile knowingly. Next moment, in each others arms down at the beach. Life is good once more...
Friday: The weekend. The next 48 hours, a blur. Passionate, fiery, fearsome, revealing, shy, introspective, joyous, depressing, all at once. You love more than ever.
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A vicious cycle continues - prey.
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Sitting outside, watching the stars and the moments tick by slowly, her head on your chest, moving in synchronicity with your breathing, the warmth, stroking her hair as she sighs and falls asleep...
Looking into her eyes as she tells you she won, or did well, or triumphed over some adversity, a passionate kiss, a tight embrace, gazing longingly into her lapus-lazuli sea of understanding and knowing everything at that very moment, was for certain.
---
Those moments of grief - a family member - no, it can't be! consoling the irrational with nothing but love and limited understanding; she bathes in the comfort. sobbing to sleep, in your arms again.
The job interview didn't work out, weeping as she hits you, a fit of rage, passion and sadness, that passes...you smile to yourself as you coo and she quietens, lying next to you.
Your turn...your poor mother, sobbing gently into her delicate shoulder, she knows only too well the pain, her words gentle, meanings kind, sentiments genuine, love true. you fall asleep against her.
---
After sleep, you are confronted.
---
Love, bitterness, impartiality.
---
The Morning is a strange beast.
---
Sunday: You waken in a drugged stupor, with her entangled, basking in the afterglow. You rise and float to breakfast, she follows, hanging on, sitting on your lap and feeding you eggs as a baby, you laugh...a slow kiss
Monday: Reality. Work. Sobriety. You wake to coffee, a quick peckon the cheek, slammed down...1
...2
...3
out the door, she signs i'll call at lunch! and you're out.
The clock turns.
Back home, tired the both of you, sitting and watching TV. She stays up to study. Alone.
Wednesday: Stress. Exams for her, boss for you. You make your own coffee, a note on the table, she left! It'll wait for dinner.
Dinner comes. Quiet, subdued, little talk. You sleep.
Thursday: Bitterness. You spill coffee, emotions pouring out and bursting their dams, she runs off, you stand with no answer, defeated, calling in sick, you sit down, queasy. She comes in, apologizes, it's the stress. You smile knowingly. Next moment, in each others arms down at the beach. Life is good once more...
Friday: The weekend. The next 48 hours, a blur. Passionate, fiery, fearsome, revealing, shy, introspective, joyous, depressing, all at once. You love more than ever.
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A vicious cycle continues - prey.
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