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Silvered In The Dying Light by Ivan Donn Carswell
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh beneath her oiled and shimmering skin. Upon my sandy feet she laps a gentle tongue that licks the grains of sand and smoothes my footprints to a varnished depth unbroken. Through her sane indifference I see an unaffected stability, an illusion of the boredom where she mocks the man who steps upon her. Secure in her complete embrace he lies, encircled in her potency, undulating in the syrup swell that sugars her eternal lie. The lid of heaven closes on the eye and sleep upon the mind of man, lights burn out where darkness claims her presence and she ceases her deceit. I smile into the darkening gap, the simpleness astounds me and berates my adult innocence. Your secret is mine; am I your sacrifice? She laughs and yawns a soft farewell, a wave that smiles upon her placid lips and turns the whiteness of her teeth to snap a slap that bounds along the dying shore. Be gone! The eerie cry, a gull aloft, alone, echoes long and lingers as I say good-bye. © I.D. Carswell
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