Sunday, November 1, 2009

The Absence of Fear

She sat quietly, wondering at the absence of fear as they drove through the darkened countryside, she and this stranger…this love who would soon be lover. His scent … pure, crisp, warmly enveloping … had first been inhaled mere hours before and yet he had carried her heart for innumerable ages. For months their thoughts and dreams had knit together across the miles. Now he would possess not only her heart, but her soul… the deepest secrets of a woman strong and fierce… yet now conquered by a mere glance. The shadowy landscape sailed pass the window as she opened her hand in unconscious surrender to this unknown … this stranger ... this man who was the other part of her. Who would she be when it was finished? It mattered not.

4 comments:

Michael Solender said...

Live in the moment. Lovely.

Bukowski's Basement said...

Written very elegantly and asks just the right amount of questions...

Loree said...

I love it - the way you describe her thoughts almost makes me feel like I know the person.

Crybbe666 said...

Very nice, Tess.
Now or forever?? Now works for me.