she crawled back into his world he carried heavy fantasies every day some were young and fresh they tantalized and tortured his mind others were old and mature seated in the back it was rare for the older ones to speak out one of them from her quiet place behind the rest called him back she reached her arms out for him to remember he pressed through the young crowd of eager thoughts and desires my lips remember you he said i never left, you know? she whispered take me back to your woods to your tree where we will climb together again and find a higher branch this time to play on. he said to his old friend; a memory of his oldest fantasy she crawled back into his world. -Aaron Thomas Timlin
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 03:48:43 +0000