Bluesy Tuesday

by Bluesy Socrateaser on Wed Mar 04, 2009 5:51 am

Not an unfamiliar sound, though I can't place the face.
Bluesy knows the impression of a heavy step. The 4/4 time of of the quickened heart. The chill that tuesday's dawn speaks of.
Bluesy knows the glistening of the moonlight on cold steel, how it cuts through the dark of night.
Warm & thick, flowing through Egyptian cotton. Soft breezes sweep over it's edge.
A stifled cry.
A brief ecstasy.
Then the darkness grows darker still.

Finally, she's come home to him.