Neverending Afternoon.

Golden light seeps through our fluttering cocoon.
A refuge from time and space, wrapped in warm, beating, breathing perfection.
This golden light, the inly intruder into our perfect space, melts into pores, drips and dribbles over fingertips.
“It wont last” as echoed so many times before.
Breathe deep the sickly sweet smell of these neverending afternoons.

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