walking the trail while night falls with June’s warm air. She
wraps her arms snugly around your own, kissing wind
lightly onto your blushed cheeks, churning creamy
gale against pale skin on calf, raw but smooth,
vampiric pests,
the Creep Creek with sounds of waves softly swirling to
crashes of currents reminding you of life’s belle.
Beauty. Not one soul in sight except way out in
the distance, a Man, a Large Thing, really, could just
easily snatch you up when you least expect it,
flailing about helplessly, can’t flee from Man’s grasp,
Man’s
intimidating Strength, scary Not because Man
Works Out (Man Doesn’t), but because Man’s “Natural Build”
has a Chokehold over your own, Man moves closer
and closer towards you, nerves causing you to shake, you
begin to see more of Man’s Masculine face and
those bulky headphones and that ring of sweat around
Man’s shirt collar, darkened from Man’s fatigue until
Man is close enough to exchange greetings and that
is exactly what you do, smile and say a shy
Hi there,
nod to Man as Man does same, no sign of a threat,
Man walks right on by and doesn’t even look back,
the scene seems fantastical as
the colors of setting sky sparkle atop the
water beginning to calm, and with this, you are
calm, the path blatantly ends here,
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