She lay in the dark
Listening to her tumultuous thoughts
They weren’t thoughts of anything in particular
And perhaps some might call them fanciful
But they were her thoughts
And no one else’s.
She lay in the dark
Watching the shadows sway and swirl
Dancing soundlessly, gracefully around her room
They weren’t frightening, though certainly not friendly
But they were her shadows
And no one else’s.
She lay in the dark
Allowing her soul to wander free
To go where it wished and do what it would
And she never once doubted it would return
Because this was her soul
And no one else’s.
She lay in the dark
And felt the hand of her lover
Leave a burning trail over her cool skin
She left her thoughts to themselves
And left her shadows to their revelries
She left her soul still wandering free
And turned into his caress
Because this was his body
And no one else’s
For now…
2007-02-25
06:11:13
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