She(3) ‘They‪’‬ Tales from the edge of the morning sky

TheyHe pulled. Felt her hand in his. Remembering her taste. Her smell. The way her body cleaved into his. His into hers.Mustiness. Earth. Wonder. Urgency.The earth crumbled around him. It matted his arms, legs and lower back. His hair. His beard. He sat up. Felt the dull ache, the throb of life to be given fill his awakening being with her. To her.She could see him now. Lifting himself out of sleep. His own dream wrapped around him. She released his hand, re...