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| missuslovett |
Lying awake. My mind goes over and over the same sad, hoary old subjects, solving nothing, not moving constructively forward or backward, just ploughing on endlessly in the same tired, tossing, turning tracks of meaningless repetition. I have created a Western front of entrenchment, of battles fought and lost, some disastrously and explosively, underpinned with the tunnels of ruined dug outs and shattered limbs. Others dying slowly of grim and weary attrition slumped on the wet duck boards behind the sand bags.
I need to shift my consciousness away from the well travelled. Somewhere sunny and warm, perhaps an island paradise unused by anything but pleasure. A hammock slung between palm trees dipping their heads to a virgin beach, guarded by two fit young men whose manners are impeccable but whose baser qualities kiss the rim of the tall glass they offer me with uncompromising sex. The colour of the drink collides with the stupid oranges and pinks of the sunset as it dips into the darkening azure sea. And when I am just drunk enough, we make love on the little jetty hung with Chinese lanterns that dance with each movement we make and all you can hear is the murmur of the ocean and my laughter.
I know that when I am there I will really sleep and the war to end all wars will be over for a while. At the moment, awake or not, I'm still sending postcards from the front.
| 22 Feb 07, 4:19 PM simplicity UK(TN), 6 yrs |
Its like you're in limbo, where the trenches pull you back and the frontline recedes a little further away, and you're stuck in between! But the 'somewhere sunny' sounds great... want some company?
take it easy babes xxx Good girls aren't boring... they just need re-educating |
