Author's Note:
I've received many touching private messages and emails over the past few months – and I am grateful for all of them. I am thinking of reposting some of the work from the elflordsmistress account in this account over the next few weeks – and I think I'll start with this piece because it means so very much to me.
It's set back in the day.
Their faces are cloaked by the cowl of evening shadows, but they see right through one another anyway.
An unexpected turn of events with a bloody resolution - and now they lie in each other's embrace.
Picking up the pieces.
Bodies arch and twist under the binding spell of slow heat.
Sibilant whispers fill in for terms of endearment – because they are not adept at expressing themselves in words.
Desire laced with emotions as hearts race in rhythm.
A synchrony that is as comforting as it is gratifying.
An anchor.
A sense of oneness.
Outside the rain falls.
Plastering itself in heavy cleansing prisms against the glass.
Making itself heard.
Creating an analogy not to be ignored.