Magdalena Phoenyx's blog: "Random Rambles"

Deep in the recesses of my subconcious lies a memory of lives past lived. A time of nothingness, when we were warriors in the truest sense of the word... when women and men were equals, fighting side by side, rivers of blood running past our feet, chaos and confusion everywhere, when passion and rage were the same definition and ferocity was a way of life. We ate, drank, and lusted/loved with gusto, there was no such thing as political correctness, and justice was handed down on the blade of a sword, swiftly, mercilessly, because that's just the way it was. I remember crystal clear skies at night with only the light of stars to see by, feeling your warmth next to my body, enveloping me with your smell, that smell of man (i love that smell), you turning into me, moving in closer as if to meld our bodies into one being. I remember wrapping my fingers in your hair, pulling your mouth to mine, drinking in the elixer of you. Your strong hands so hard in battle, stroking, a gentleness not shown to others you show to me alone. Passion ignites so ferociously I don't even think anymore, just give in to the physicality of what's happening to one man and one woman beneath the stars when the sky is burning....... and yes, the sky burned

It is always darkest before the dawn..... Shiveringly, bone-chilling darkness and silence. Absolute calm silent darkness when you can hear the earth breathe and feel the heartbeat of the land. Off in the distance I can hear the lonely howl of some random canine, letting the world know he's there and not afraid..... I pull closer into myself, wrapping in the warmth of wool and fur, waiting for something I'm not sure even exists. It's a lonely vigil in the still of the night, waiting. In the hut behind me I hear the rustle as you move in your sleep, perhaps dreaming of the events previous to this night that brought us here together to this dark and lonely place of solitude. That's how I spend my vigil, thinking, remembering, wondering what's in store for the future of us, do we even have one? Tender pinks begin to brush into the blackness of the sky, followed by brilliant magentas and crimson flames licking over the horizon.... Night's blackness is slowly fading to the grey of dawn, it is time for me to let go of the night. I rise and enter the hut, watching the peace of your sleeping face, a stray lock of your hair falling over your forehead, your breathing slow and measured.... Such tenderness rises up in my heart it's almost painful.... I climb into bed and snuggle close, your arm wraps around me almost instinctively, and you turn your face into my neck. Has anyone anywhere anytime ever felt so complete as I do in this very moment? I breathe in the sleeping scent of you and close my eyes. I am home.