Oh how I cringe when I think of the shyness that carved through my every touch, the whisper in my every word. The silence in my longing and the screams that echoed from our every moment hidden in the shadows of deceit. And yet we were everything in that fleeting summers moment. The raging lust of youth, the deep desire of empty souls searching and the shy spirits exploring on the knife edge of belief, readying ourselves for the fall. And oh did I fall.
Karen Hayward ©2016