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“Be with me.”
I suggest, breathless, in between kisses.
“Lay on the beach, dinner, and after…?” I wink.
She blushes, sheltering beneath her black fedora.
“Wanna feel the shadows?”
She asks beneath the sheets. It’s late now.
“How do you do that?” I inquire.
“Close your eyes. We’ll feel them always,” she said.
“What is that?”
Fear stirs inside me.
“Is that it?”
“Quiet. Listen.” She instructed me.
“I swear I heard — oh no—”
Her palm slaps across my lipstick.
“That’s it?” I ramble beneath vanilla scented fingers.
She nods, her silk strands dance on my neck.
I quit breathing, to hear…
“They’re all around me.”
My whispers are dots of soft sand,
but my heart is a drummer.
“It’s okay…” She beamed.
Feet scrape across the floor, circling us.
“It’s cold now…”
I free my eyes.
No one’s here. Not even the ocean sounds.
But they remained. Closer now, haunted air.
A pathetic scream.
No one hears
over the ocean’s magnificent roar.
I smell them…
I cry. It’s no use…
They’re under the sheets.
Vanilla scented cold shadows grip my legs.
I’m gone… Hers, always.