They were stuffed inside of the carriage as though they were sardines. They were holding onto what they could. And then the tram driver said that they all needed to get off and wait for the next tram. And they all left in a heavy wave, crowding a platform in silence. Layers of stress and disconnect.
She felt relieved and gratitude. The temperature had thawed and she could smell moonlight in the air. She took some shallow breaths. She faded into the background.
When they all went onto the next tram, she let it go.
The waxing moon called to her. She gazed at it as though for the first time. The stillness and the breeze reminded her of those sultry nights in the homeland. Her senses were awakened.
Life felt mystical... in a dream. The liquid indigo seeped into her pores.
A sense of infinite peace, beauty and tranquility permeated.
Urdu poetry called itself into her awareness.
She felt like laying down on soft, sultry, seductive tufts of green grass. Giving in to the night, succumbing in entirety. To be caressed by the wind.
The next tram to Wimbledon screeched to a stop.
A lot less packed with humans.
She stepped into the metallic cage as the doors slid shut.
And drifted safely home on the tapestry of safety and reality or illusion seeping and merging.
The veils were certainly thin that night.
The stars beckoned again, the moon undressed her yielding body until she lay trembling in ecstasy, begging for more to fill her... more to fill the void.
She came multiple times with only the temptress a witness to her whimpers, groans and orgasmic screams.
All she wanted was to make Love to the Universe, to become Whole.
All she wanted was to become alive on this earthly plane. To rebirth herself. To do it properly this time.
The merging of male and female is necessary before any birth can occur.
***
First attempt at fiction this year. Just need to let go of fear and allow the words to flow...
She felt relieved and gratitude. The temperature had thawed and she could smell moonlight in the air. She took some shallow breaths. She faded into the background.
When they all went onto the next tram, she let it go.
The waxing moon called to her. She gazed at it as though for the first time. The stillness and the breeze reminded her of those sultry nights in the homeland. Her senses were awakened.
Life felt mystical... in a dream. The liquid indigo seeped into her pores.
A sense of infinite peace, beauty and tranquility permeated.
Urdu poetry called itself into her awareness.
She felt like laying down on soft, sultry, seductive tufts of green grass. Giving in to the night, succumbing in entirety. To be caressed by the wind.
The next tram to Wimbledon screeched to a stop.
A lot less packed with humans.
She stepped into the metallic cage as the doors slid shut.
And drifted safely home on the tapestry of safety and reality or illusion seeping and merging.
The veils were certainly thin that night.
The stars beckoned again, the moon undressed her yielding body until she lay trembling in ecstasy, begging for more to fill her... more to fill the void.
She came multiple times with only the temptress a witness to her whimpers, groans and orgasmic screams.
All she wanted was to make Love to the Universe, to become Whole.
All she wanted was to become alive on this earthly plane. To rebirth herself. To do it properly this time.
The merging of male and female is necessary before any birth can occur.
***
First attempt at fiction this year. Just need to let go of fear and allow the words to flow...
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