Solitude

Dream Number One

AVID COPUTER SHOT
Editing a film,
a new assistant arrives,
he never talks
A bed goes missing.
Why did we have a
single bed in the room next door?
I try to talk, I cannot
My speech has gone
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He Thought of Her

BED SHADOW

He thought of her
walking through a dense wood
or on a desserted shore.

Lost in her thoughts.
Drifting.
Dreaming.
Happy to be away from him.

She should escape more with her thoughts.
Explore the tranquility of space.
Massage her inner soul.

Yet when she returns
He knows she will want him.
Need his assured touch
His mouth, his love.

He thought of her
walking through the garden
skipping through the door
no need of anymore solitude.

His room.
His bed.
He waits.
Silence before a storm of desire.

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