I dreaded our reality, but wrote it anyway. We’ll only be art-lust, ink in love.
His reply bloomed red on my palm. Ink is everything.
Never feeling flesh-to-flesh? Never you in me? My skin drank the words, and waited…
Physical sex is a wonder,
but ardent love is an art.
Art gives the best feels.
the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Ink and Feels.
– For this week’s bit of interactive writing yumminess, let us play with genre: would you like this story to be 1) pure Fantasy or 2) a dance with Magical Realism? For anyone not familiar with Magical Realism, think of it as storytelling that portrays realistic glimpses of the real world which include magical elements and/or lore that are very real for the minds that believe in them.
– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55. Link to Poets United.
(this really, really, really tickled)