Abscond

April 1, 2010

Stars are splashed onto a canvas of dark cobalt overhead.

Surely only feet above, clouds drift and morph into numerous shapes.

Our imaginations kick into gear,  placing names to the peculiar silhouettes.

My body convulses from the night’s chill, bringing your arm to tighten around me.

Emerging from it’s icy catacomb, the aroma of greening grass fills the air.

Moments blend together, turning into an endless string of uninterrupted conversation.

The facets of this night are carefully stored into my subconscious.

The sharpness will never fade, and the details will never distort.

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