Sky;Pe Part 2

She said, 'I'm writing - or reading, the same,' to which the reply 

came from eager request to push over boundaries, of their knowing

relation, too many times before. She hides. With a simple level, of lust

for her, to become.. close

to him, never previous has any other man, if at all a man. Just. 

'Writing, you write?' 

'I write'

'What do you write'

some, mundane conversation, nothing of intellectuals.

So how long until interest fades? At the time, prevailing, how long should she wait

or how long does she anticipate, he'll hold on..

'I write.. whatever comes to mind. It's, it's really nothing.'

'nothing? Can I see then, if it's, nothing?' 

How harsh denial strikes the poor, needy

fervent collapsed weed, 'maybe tomorrow,' 

only an answer to despondent for his.. need.. 

Reviews

[Nobody.]

interesting....sad a little

I love the awkward feel of the conversation....It's almost as if it was said: 'I can fly' or 'I have a mouth where my navel should be'...........I don't know why....it just struck me as wonderfully awkward. Then 'maybe tomorrow'. nice. the lovely brush off. this was cool....dark in a strange way. cheers!