Riding Shotgun

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August 6, 2011 by Marda

You draw me in like a deep and slow breath. From you, I lack the strength to turn. I want vanish in your grasp, a kept thing. We’re both in this dream, impervious to what it really is. Like a field of rose petals and fireworks exploding in a midnight sky. This, our delicate dance. A secret and a chance. A taste of something I cannot expel.

You like fire. I ignite the flame.

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2 thoughts on “Riding Shotgun

  1. You’re back!
    Last two sentences kill, Ms. M.

  2. Marda says:

    Thanks Jules 🙂

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