Yesterday's Reach

The hinterland, a hideaway from the bracken and sharp needles of cedar that waft in the fog of yesterday's reach. Burnt green, simmering like the soldiers of night, permeating the fumes of an oil that lingers ...

... through night's desire.

Silent eyes, staring at me through the wisps of haze: a transparent, flickering world that awaits, half crooked in smile and amber irises that glow in the light spotted darkness.

An arresting blur amongst the cedar: bare olive skin at rhythm with the green, masking the fumes of wafting ash that pierce and shake my overturned heart.

Melting, I am a single raptured breath that floats lightly, abandoning my planted self momentarily to revel in the presence of those amber eyes.

If I could just hold onto this pattern, that echoes deep within and lingers each time I return to this very place ..

I have lost track of the days.

The moment arrests time: a distant vantage point, to admire Jake's presence, like a lantern in my darkest times.

A memory of hands, of cries and release into ...

Plummeted, winded on shore, my body spins, lucid and double focused, the world jarring and shaking as I fall to my knees amongst the transient scape.

What is real and what is not?

Jake is immersed in the lake waters, his deep black strands plastering themselves to his olive skin, accentuating a chisel jaw and a soul at breath with his vast ...

arresting beauty ...

The night, it isolates the moment, sharpening my focus on this precious moment when he was so close yet so far ...

Hyper focusing on his presence: breathe, I do, at rhythm with him, inviting in that raw, hot atmosphere that lingers, expelling any doubt that I am drawn ...

Our gazes lock, my heart burns.

Streaking my mid ground with a deep purple, I set it alight. It crackles into a million sparks of inner desire, attuned with my racing heart.

I am speechless ... wondering if ...

...

Stripping away my dress, I adjust my bikini, my gaze crossing with Jake's once more. His smile is deep and appreciative, his eyes ...

an allure that arrests my soul again and again.

The water is cold, the lake is tired and restless, like a bad dream. Meeting tide, a magnetic force pulls, drawing me across its heavy stretch of existence.

My breath is erratic, I am pulled towards ...

A tightness grasps my waist and stare up, my heart stopping as I meet Jake's deep, gorgeous gaze.

His amber bonfire, a gorgeous manicure in the vast space, a steady gaze that reassures me of his presence, amidst the crazy chaos that swarms my soul.

A gaze that stays each moment, pulling me back here ...

I clutch his hands, pressed firmly against my waist, taking hold of his fingers and squeezing them firmly. My heart shakes, this moment so familiar, it reverberates. I don't want to let go.

"Clara ..." his voice is husky, his eyes full of the mysteries of night.

Hypnotised, my lips spread, a seductive smile I know, my soul radiating in the moonlight for just this moment.

If I can just hold onto ...

...

The waves build, swarming us in a crescendo, gripping Jake tightly.

"Clara!" Jake's eyes are wild, his body manic, grasping as tightly as he can, to my aching, desperate grasp.

The yesterday, it shatters ...

into a million droplets of water ...

lingering with the misty, burnt fog of breath that I carry ...

vowing to return here ...

to be with my love again.