Browsing Category: Short Story

               Gold-molten of the dawn, warm-fluid over open bodies as they, together, breathed.  Light’s spill through window-free in bright whose brilliance made shadow of the pure-white of in frame.  Blinding, lovely—holding, keeping—as they, together breathed: slowing, saving, bracing, breaking, flood of life and spirit through; tremor of the awe, still in one and close as […]

               Returned from country home and hide and rest away from city, they discovered in time away the miracle that became.                Darkness turned to light, in accordance with the vision, there was a newness to home—its ambiance and spirit—and degree of effect from so small of change, he was amazed.                In the morning […]

               In gentleness, they woke with day.  Soft notes of birds not yet in song carried in sky of cloud-cast and lighting gray.                Naked, under covers, they held and rested close.  Her head to his chest, breasts to his side, his arm in wrap to arms and back that drew her near, against.                […]

               Open breasted before window view, morning sun and inner shade of room making mirror of window’s outward face, she looked upon the greening world.  Already, near all of her lawn was changed.  From gaze of lawn, sight drew near to bough of a redbud tree touching soft to window’s pane, barren of the winter […]

               It was on his heart.  He wished to share.  For this, he sought to say.                He asked, and she agreed, meeting at coffee shop within walking distance of her home.                Early March day, morning sun broke in a light and warmth that flirts with the trees inviting budded blossoms and leaves to […]

               It did not always need to be deep: life and love and all’s emotions.  There were times, and many, when it was enough to enjoy and immerse in the simple pleasures, whims, and desires that arose—to celebrate what is always there when simplified and allowed to be.                So it was in the morning […]

               Candles burned in the red brick hearth.  Hearts of their white bodies glowed yellow-pure through translucence of heat-softened skin.                Drunk of the wine took warm in flesh, taste saying on her lips tongue, both savored in his kiss.                He laid her body before the light—skin and heart as candles’ own.  Lifting gown […]