a moment lost

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She wasn’t cold anymore, the initial shivers had passed, and turned from chill to heat, the waves running through her. The sheets were forgotten, and the window left wide open. Water started to fall, soft at first, then more insistent, making itself known as the sky lit up momentarily. His eyes shone coloured in the light from outside, red from fast food halogen lamps, and blue from buildings across the highway. They laughed, tangled and tumbled, and then fell quiet.
There were corners in everything, against her, against his skin.
They were pointed, and sharp, and the barbs stuck when she tried to detach.
He wasn’t sure anymore, and neither was she, the prickles itched and stung.
She thought ‘maybe’ often, and reoccurring themes ran through her work. He thought ‘perhaps’ sometimes, and then forgot again.
He pressed her into another corner, the water fell hard, she came against him, this time perhaps the last.. until they did it all again the next night.

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