Burnham Firefly: Sequence One

His mind races at the thought of her. Her sway, skin, eyes & the tone of her voice. The way her chest moves as she takes in the breath of the world. His eyes focus on her, drink her in like liquor for the soul. Beauty in all aspects of being. Simple desire pours from the skin that longs to be nude and next to her’s. Even in distance it seeps out into the world even thought it remains unseen.

In the wee hours the dreamscapes are populated by only two, the lovers card radiates light over the them as their two sections come together and fill in the empty hole of the puzzle. Smoothed edges, base and substance, pressed together to become the final act. Absolute joy drips like sweat and happy tears from the surface area of the body. Twice the connective tissue to hold them together and to each other.

Living flesh + living for length = long lost love.