my entries for the Construct Cup |
it’s warmth. it’s tomatoes, valentines. peppermint candy. it’s a dream. an elegant sports car driving too fast down a closed course. elusive. nothing catches it— but all eyes follow. it’s paint made for toenails or lipstick smudged on a collar. it hides like the glow of a coal banked for the night, ready to be fed so it can burst into an effusive conflagration at one more touch, one more kiss, one more explicit interaction that turns the world inside out. it’s love, passion, anger, rage— it’s the moment when the world darkens to one intense focus. it fills you like the taste of cinnamon or chilies burning like a dragon’s breath until everything in the world is gasping and sweat. line count: 34 Prompt ▼ |