It was with the greatest delight we found ourselves there. Entanglement of two. Our conjoined wires of soul, the repetitive beats of our two overlaced hearts, and our frost bitten lips perhaps sinking into our own pits of lust.
It was with the morning light, when it flicked across our faces we would awake and apart. Our destinations the similar and same throughout this each cockerel call, repeated and shallow. “Breathe. Just breathe.” was the repeated word in which ran through my head as my muddy shoes would launch into a march across marsh.
You were the mirage of sight, the light strewn along my neural pathway. The type of invisible cobbles, still just slightly sunken under pools of blue. You filled my head with its angst and rage yet your light the guiding force, to which like a child I just wanted to cling to.