the chronicles of her
loves came sweeping
in, as fingers caressed
her breast. visual images
of the past were swirling
around her mind as
the facsimile she was creating
at the very moment, kept
her away. distant, she saw a
squirrel cross from tree to tree
outside her window.
3 comments:
You've written well of the office affair and the distance one tries to keep. Oh, the dreams one can have though. It's good to see you're still writing. Have a nice night.
I like the juxtaposition of touch and distance.
thanks
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