what if she came over that one night when she was in town? what if she had come back after driving everyone home like she wanted? what if you had gone over that night with the wine in hand that she had requested? i contend these are questions the hearts' imagination has already provided answers to...when souls meet one to one.
the "what if" that lingers in such cases is akin to an untested taste that expectation alone has proven sweet. it's the ecstasy felt inside that exists behind the longing eyes of an aching want. the softness of skin bitten, caressed and kissed a million times at heart. the naked skin on skin embrace that's been overtaken by a mist from forever. all breathed upon an open canvass inspired by connected souls desiring a culmination of all they've come to know.
the would've should've highs that had yet to materialize remain a beautiful memory in the chambers of expectation. they serve as imagination's branded kiss of the "more on past the door". some allow them to settle into something too cool to ruin, but others...rebrand them as an "as yet" that lay in the confines of an un-released passion. fueling desire. freed only by the waking of a hunger lust sweetly designed by this thing we call time...
~moses apollo
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