Battle Field
We connect the dots in the dark sky with wondering imaginations and electric flies accompanying us. We drop onto the browned grass, crunchy as it conforms, and trace the silhouettes of our hands with the twiddling of a thumb and a caress of fingers intertwined. We take every second one step at a time and pray for the cold so we can become combined in a stack of playful passion. Forgetting any words of wisdom on right or wrong action we go with our hearts and heed no distraction. I am entrenched in a war zone with you and I’m not coming out alive. So take my hand and let’s just survive.
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