a life alone ...

a life alone ... In the tumble of sleep she remembers something vague a tattoo along a sinewy forearm a scent of summer from a distant land a voice low and gentle a sudden thrust and a calm collapse  over her willingly pinned body And in that memory her breath hesitates stops and then catches fire in her breasts until her lips explode in a sudden release of stale air pushing memory away from desire and desire away from longing until in an unconscious gasp she wakes to breathe in the fresh certainty of a life alone Copyright © Kennedy James, 2012. All rights reserved.