full moon fever

catefrances

she stands on the back steps, the paint peeling off from years of constant use, the smell of jasmine fills the air.
the light has blown and she cant be bothered to replace the bulb
the branches of the trees scrape against the gutter with the wind
tis not such a dark night. the full moon dances among the drifting clouds
and she thinks of him. she always does at this time of the month
the steps she takes day by day keep her upright but they lead her nowhere
everywhere is no place she wants to be and always will be whilst she remains alone
he is with her always despite her best intentions to rid herself of him and his demonstration of repeated absence
but she knows he is close by. she senses him. just as he senses her.
and she will never forget because she wont pretend and she cant deny what is inside her the way he does

catefrances

she stands on the back steps, the paint peeling off from years of constant use, the smell of jasmine fills the air.
the light has blown and she cant be bothered to replace the bulb
the night wraps itself around her and she is grateful for its touch
the branches of the trees scrape against the gutter with the wind
tis not such a dark night. the full moon dances among the drifting clouds
bats fly overhead and she thinks of him. she always does at this time of the month
the steps she takes day by day keep her upright but they lead her nowhere
everywhere is no place she wants to be and always will be whilst she remains alone
he is with her always despite her best intentions to rid herself of him and his demonstration of repeated absence
but she knows he is close by. she senses him. just as he senses her.
and she will never forget because she wont pretend and she cant deny what is inside her the way he does
but then she realises what a foolish act it is to keep hold of something so tight
and when the clouds burst forth their bounty she releases everything she feels the only way she knows how
and it appears very black against the autumn night

eulusso

she releases everything she feels the only way she knows how
and it appears very black against the autumn night"

I like that part a lot, specially "very dark against the autumn night."
A few words like that is what sometimes makes me start a daydream and come up with some writing, thankyou Cate,
E.