She breathes in as deep as she can, and when she exhales several seconds later, out comes a mist of stars that wraps itself around her like the arms of a lover. The road that carries her is a river and an arrow and a song that bubbles and hisses in the bellies of the animals as they raise their paws to the moon in celebration of the one they call mother. When she closes her eyes and feels each beat of her heart rattle through her ribcage, the animals follow in awe as do I. I am an ugly man. A mess of broken dreams and bitter failure, and yet in her shadow, I escape this cage and dance as if my madness were not a curse but a gift to be cherished. On the leaves that scatter around me, I taste her, and I taste God, and in this madness, I can’t see where one ends, and the other begins. In the shadows as the animals speak among themselves concerning the nature of her secret smile, my fingers draw symbols in the dirt. So many obsessions. So many fantasies she stirs within. The town grows dark and all sounds dim, and yet her light casts its glow like a star. So many stars. So many pieces of dust she transforms into vessels capable of so many great things. A handful of leaves is a universe and a strand of hair from a baby fox a supernova that sparks a thousand poems and the memory of a thousand kisses that have never been. A small stone is a strange globe in a faraway galaxy, and a twig becomes time’s arrow that snaps between my fingers whenever she glances my way. When I’m on all fours, and the animals take me under their wing, together we follow as she makes her way to a place no one else knows. A clearing in the woods. An area sheltered by tall trees where she removes her clothes before lying on her back looking at the sky. When she touches herself and bites her lip, the animals and I watch, and even when the coming rain soaks us to the bone, we stay silent and rooted to the spot.
A Journal for Damned Lovers UK
A Journal for Damned Lovers US
Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
fucking love it, S.K. … no one writes like you.
Thank you, Lou. That’s some compliment coming from you.
I feel the emotion here, memorizing, ethereal, beyond words that I know. x
Thank you, Holly. That these words took you places has made me feel so giddy x
Your writing takes me to magical worlds Stephen. x
You know I intended mesmerizing Stephen . Spell ck. 😎
I’m honoured by both. But especially mesmerizing 🙂 x
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Like a man chosen by a fairy as her lover, ready to pass into her realm and live with her forever. Different from your urban scenes, equally amazing.
I love that description. That really hits the nail on the head for me.
I’m so pleased you enjoyed it, and that it stood out to you from the other pieces x
If only there was such a realm! I’m glad you liked the description – it was what I felt. This piece has a fairy tale quality I really loved.
Maybe there is such a place. It might just be very well hidden. I hope it exists somewhere x
Nothing wrong with dreaming!
Have a great rest of the day!
And to you to, my friend 🙂
Wow. This is absolutely wonderful. The magic of love, not lost on even nature or the wild realms. That you could capture it so perfectly, to transport us to that magical realm of reality but disbelief… well, you are a master.
That is beyond kind of you to say!
It pleases me so much you liked this. If we look close enough, there’s so much magic out there. Not just the ‘normal’ kind, but magic that goes further than what we have ever been led to believe. All it takes to see it is a leap of faith x
Yes! I totally agree!
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Oh my I love this that first line is great nd the entire writing marvelous
I’m delighted you do.
Thank you! 🙂 x
You’re welcome
A beautiful tribute to an ethereal lover!
Thank you, my friend. An ethereal lover indeed!
Oh my..opening lines!!superb.
Thank you ever so much! x
Wish this one were smellable ❤️
Elegant mix of brainy potency indeed 🙂
I wish it were, too.
I’m glad you enjoyed it, and that it seemed real to you x
This must be, an intense sort of feeling of getting drawn to someone you’d found in your life…
Yes. Very much so.
“On the leaves that scatter around me, I taste her and I taste God, and in this madness, I can’t see where one ends and the other begins.”
Yes, this.
And this:
“A small stone is a strange globe in a faraway galaxy and a twig becomes time’s arrow that snaps between my fingers whenever she glances my way.”
In its own way, it is everything, isn’t it?
I think it is, yes. Love, God, and everything else existing in one moment x
Truly the definition of sacred, of holy.
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S. K. Nicholas carving the mysteries of the universe with strands of silver words.
Thank you ever so much, Christine x
My pleasure