Schlachtfeld

By Andy Matthews

I hold her close against the static. Behind her back, on the shelf next to the bed, the radio spits and squalls, a storm of white noise interspersed with precious little information. We keep it on, as it's our lifeline, a communication with the world beyond.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andy Matthews
• Release date: Jul 28, 2010
• ISBN: 9780463707753

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SCHLACHTFELD

by

Andy Matthews

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Copyright © 2010 by Andy Matthews

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My Hands On Her Back; Slipping Into Sleep

Sleep hides from me, and I chase her. Through rivers of golden silk, pouring over the folds of my beloved, through drapes of veiled flesh. I love a woman twice my size, and she captivates me utterly, taking every ounce of my own quiet self and draining me of strength with her passion. I crave the emptiness; it makes me more full, and thus fulfilled.

Have you ever been in love? Has the richness poured over you, imbued each atom of your being with something more than the sum of your physical whole? Have you ever seen past the pure simplicity of what is physically present and glimpsed the faceted jewel of another, flawed and imperfect being? My love has flesh to spare, a myriad folds of un-needed store, and I adore every excess handful, for inside this prison lies a stone of kinds.

Sleep torments me. It twists near, then far, then leaves me entirely alone. I nestle close to my beloved's back, sneak my hands as far as I can reach around her belly, then breathe in her heavenly scent. My tribute to her beauty is a pillar of stone, lying flat against the cleft of her buttocks, as sleep ripples gently across her frame, denying me but finding full satisfaction in her easy rest.

I am scared. Earlier this evening a group of youths, happy with their place in the world, decided to displace ours. They promised to return, and so I am scared. I sleep alone, and yet my beloved, her bulk rising and falling with a beauty measured only in pounds, sleeps beside me. Sleep runs from me; it will not come.

I pray for sleep. Let it come.

Stormcoming

We'd seen the storm coming. Far out to sea, black clouds had gathered, waiting patiently for the final straggling wisps of ink to join their mass before softly whirling inshore. Occasional snaps of electricity would crack open reality between cloudscape and sea spray as these vapourous behemoths