EDC Shorts: lines – prose – ‘poetry’ #2

Sixth Sense

Before she touched he felt her

She took his hand “let’s dance”

All eyes upon them read her

A stranger yet none more familiar

She moved him into her grace

 

 “Let go move with the music”

He did as he was asked

She let him sense her soul

Find his rhythm deep inside her

She kissed him left soon after

 

They all asked “who is she?”

He had no name to give

Every photograph since then and after

She by his side beyond them

That night love danced with him

 

[EDC Writing©2017 – EDC Shorts – Poetry]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#8: Exposure – If only this was easier

Tuesday

Sam:

Hi, Erin, I’m at Heathrow, just waiting for a taxi. Should be home in about an hour. Do you want to meet up? I don’t mind where. It’ll be easier to talk face to face, don’t you think? Hope to see you later.

Erin:

Sam, lol, your timing; I’m waiting for a friend to call me back. I’ll probably stay with her tonight. I just need someone to hold me, and to get a little drunk with. I’m not coping too well on my own. Good to hear you are home though.

 

Wednesday

Sam:

Good to hear I’m home? You are completely confusing me! I am trying to help you but you do not seem to need it? I thought we had something, yet you can’t wait even a day for me. You’ve got me thinking!

Erin:

Can you just slow down a bit. I am feeling really overwhelmed with all that’s going on and I need to be with someone I know, that’s all. Look, Sam, you are getting too heavy too fast, and I can’t cope right now, okay.

Sam:

I really feel for you, you know that. Whatever’s going on in your life right now, little if anything, seems good. I can’t say I understand because you’ve still not told me anything. We have something good, don’t we?

Erin:

I really don’t know what we have if I am being honest. I think I have feelings for you, but I can’t deal with them right now. I’m feeling pressured and I hate that. You are truly a great guy but I just feel, I am so sorry to say this, that you are suffocating me. I just want things to slow way down. Please give me space to sort myself out. Sorry.

 

Thursday

Sam:

Where did that come from?  It was only a couple of days ago that you said you don’t want to be given space and now I’m suffocating you? Not for the first time, you’re not making much sense to me. We both know that we need to move forward and for me it needs to be this week.

Erin:

Okay, well, I am reading that and thinking you are not really as into this as I am. Yes, I know that we have to move to the next step and that’s what we’re trying to do, aren’t we? If only it could be a bit easier, that’s all!

Sam:

I sense real desperation in you which makes me so annoyed with myself that I have clearly failed to earn your trust.  Such a shame as talking to me would be easier than you seem to think. Believe it or not I am the kind of man who listens, the kind of man you will have never spoken to before.

Erin:

I do find it hard to open up about problems but that is because I have had it thrown back in my face before. I’m sure you are trustworthy, but maybe it is my own courage that’s the problem?

 

Friday

Sam:

We both appear to be struggling. I try to be a decent man for you but admit I find my self-respect waning being on a site like this.  My mind says you are unable to give, yet my heart says otherwise.

Erin:

Okay, cards on the table. I want to be with you; I mean everything I say to you, but I also feel pressured by you at the moment into moving on so hurriedly! It’s not really your fault I am feeling pressured, it’s in me to react to pressure so I apologise for that.  But please understand, I am not having a go at you, I am just asking you to let me sort myself out, in my time. I will be with you, I promise you that.

Sam:

Sometimes I wonder if you actually believe some of the seemingly credible excuses you come up with. Why don’t you simply have the decency to say that you enjoy the fantasy of messaging and that though you may believe it at the time, when it comes to the reality of commitment in any form, you are incapable of showing it. I feel such a fool to have let you mislead me.

Erin:

I am not at all sure how I respond to that message! Nobody is saying you are a fool, but you are not truly giving me the time and space I need. I keep telling you I hate being pushed, but you keep on doing it. Please don’t be like this; I hate that you think I don’t trust you because I do. I promise you, it will all be worth the wait, and one day we will laugh about this.

 

Saturday

Sam:

My heart is leaking you, my every nerve on edge as I tell you that I am not able to go on like this. This site for you is a sanctuary; for me it is a prison. I have said and done all I can to bring us together but failed. Erin, there is nothing else I can do. To stay on here would be torture. You probably cannot see it but you are pushing me away, pushing me beyond the limits of what I can take.

Erin:

Come on, please don’t be like that. I didn’t realise you feel I am pushing you away; this is just madness. We have a good thing here; I don’t want it to end.  I really care for you, and will make it happen soon. That is if you still want me?

 

Sunday

Sam:

I am not going to message for a while. Maybe if you re-read your messages you’ll see what I see, someone who cannot bring herself to give anything for us. Your reasons, no doubt good ones, but I wouldn’t know.

Erin:

Okay, well go then! Honestly, I am totally gutted that you can just leave me like this!

 

[EDC Writing©2017 – Their Days – posts on Monday & Wednesday]

#7: Exposure – Somethings wrong

Friday

Sam:

Hi, Erin, I got back home as the sun rose and had to head straight for the garden. I’m so in need of colour, familiar sights and sounds; most of all I need to be back in touch with you. I felt my face brushed by a breeze and wondered if it had touched you too. Maybe I’m just a little crazy… missing you. These past ten days… well, mostly nights, have been quite surreal. Every time I closed my eyes and slipped into a sometimes troubled sleep, I felt you come to me, hold me close and ease away my fears. Perhaps it was just my wishful thinking, yet when I woke to find you weren’t there, I sensed you near, as if an angel waiting, to come down again to me. Somehow I know that you are well, but I’ll ask you all the same – how are you? How have you been?

Erin:

Hello, stranger, I’ve been very well, thank you. It sounds to me as if you feel as I do, that you have been away for far too long. To be in your arms, my body close to yours, feeling your warm hands and breath on me would be my idea of heaven. I’m a little too naughty to be an angel… hmm, I like the idea of coming down on you. What are you doing at the weekend? And please don’t say you are going to be disappearing again.

Sam:

Hello, you, I’ve missed your cheeky ‘hmm’s. I’ll be around a while, apart from maybe the odd day or two. As for this weekend, no plans other than to be free and easy, exposing myself in every way to the joys of English weather; immersing myself in nature’s palate. No doubt I’ll have a glass or two of wine and let my every sense go where they need to. How about you?

Erin:

Oh, you know, it crossed my mind to spend some time with you.

 

Saturday

Sam:

Can you believe it? I fell asleep and didn’t see your message until the small hours of this morning. I had to get up as I was just too restless. I’ve not showered at three am before but, it’s weird, I feel as if I need to be ready for something? I should have had the nerve to tell you my every sense needs me to be with you this weekend. You’ve blown my mind saying you want this too,  but I can’t help thinking something’s wrong. Are you okay, Erin?

Erin:

Oh, Sam, thank God I’ve managed to catch you on here. I’ve just popped home to freshen up and get a few things; I’ve been at the hospital all night. Sorry – got to rush, I’ll tell you about it later when things have calmed down a bit.

Sam:

Hey, Erin, what’s happened? Look, just let me know if you need anything, anything at all, okay? A kind voice, a silent presence, someone to kick and scream at, a hand to hold, arms to hug you, a shoulder to lean on… Just remember you are not alone; no matter what you’re going through I’ll be there for you.

Erin:

Thank you so much for saying that, just knowing that you are here and that you care is making this a little easier for me. Sometimes I think I am being laughed at from a great height and it feels too much. I am so glad I have you, Sam.

 

Sunday

Sam:

How are you this morning, Erin? You must have been awake most the night. You only need to ask and I will come to you. Maybe today you’d like to talk?

Erin:

Hello, Sam, you are right; it was a long and lonely night. I could have done with some strong arms around me and a warm body to cuddle. You are lovely and I know you are only trying to help, but it is just so hard talking about personal things when you feel you should be coping and you really aren’t.

Sam:

I can see it’s enough for you that I am here and I’ll not push. I’m sending out every vibe I can to try and touch you.

Erin:

Oh, Sam, I wish you knew just how wonderful you are and how much you lift my spirits. You truly are my rock. Somehow you understand me like no one else does.

 

Monday

Sam:

Another day, and I’m not sure what to say other than how are you? I guess it would seem strange if I just turned up to be with you. Now is obviously not the time to try and explain our relationship to anyone. I can’t help but be very worried about you and all you are going through. Perhaps it would be for the best for me to give you more space to cope with things in your own way?

Erin:

Yes, some people would probably think that we have a strange relationship, but I don’t care about that. I don’t really want to be given space if that means I won’t hear from you as I’d hate that. Try not to be worried about me as I don’t want to be a burden on you.

Sam:

You could never be a burden to me, please don’t ever think that. Crap timing as ever, I’ve been asked to be in Brussels on Tuesday to report back on what I got up to in Greenland. I’ve been booked on a flight this afternoon, but I will be back tomorrow night, I promise.

Erin:

I really do believe that you are the one in a million man that every woman believes is out there for her but never thinks that she will come across. Well, I have been lucky enough to find you. I know that you care and want to help me, but you must go and do your thing. I’ll be okay and as you said I do need to deal with things in my own way. I’ll tell you all about it when you get back.

 

[EDC Writing©2017 – Their Days – posted on Monday & Wednesday]

#6: Exposure – Greenland

Greenland

With hail ricocheting off the wing, backsides bouncing on their seats, her hand gripping his, painted nails digging in, not daring to breathe, let alone speak, his brain exclaims shit, how’s this thing still flying?! As wheels touch the ground and spent air is released through every orifice he strains to hear her breathless whisper. “Sorry, Sam, your fingers are bleeding.”

Sam grins as he looks at his deeply scarred hand. “When I said get a grip I didn’t mean quite so literally! At least this one is already ugly.” Amy gives his hand a kiss; a trace of Sam’s blood merges with her lipstick.

Both give a nervous laugh as the pilot nonchalantly announces, “Welcome to Kangerlussuaq International Airport, gateway to the Greenland ice-cap.”

With all formalities done on board, they step out into the lacerating cold, wind whipping hail almost horizontally. They bend into it as they stride the five hundred or so paces towards the blue frontage of the yellow signed Arctic Venture Air-Ice Laboratory. Its sheltered door opens to reveal a beaming smile and a Nordic accented, “Welcome to AVAIL.”

Sam introduces Amy to Liv, the resident project coordinator, though to everyone who stays here, she’s known as the Angel of the Ice. “We are pleased to have you here, Doctor Styles. Professor Nighy, of course I know well – I wish you luck!” Amy throws a knowing look at Sam, who, with a smile, shakes his head at Liv. “Ha, I see you know him well enough. Good as I have to ask you to share a room.” With a mischievous glance at their widening eyes she adds, “But with two beds of course. That is okay, yes?”

Amy quickly responds, “No problem at all.”

“Of course, Liv,” Sam replies, and with raised eyebrows continues, “Amy, no candid camera shots, okay?”

Liv and Amy burst out laughing and exchange knowing looks.

The thud of back packs being off loaded from a pick-up truck move them on, Liv watching with affection, the wayward genius and the animated young woman who so obviously adores him. They find their packs, steaming in the hall and drag them into their room, number four.  With their overnight things laid out, hers neatly, his…well, the opposite, they head for the communal kitchen, both starving.  Their luck’s in: the local crew have knocked up spaghetti bolognaise as there’s a full house tonight, all new arrivals –  French, German, Canadian and American, the latter all from NASA.

Sitting round in twos and threes, introducing, enquiring, and above all listening, the game all scientists play is on. Sam, the master, times to perfection his “hello” and “see you later”  as he moves about. His reputation within their world invites him in, and his charm and wit engages. Being British is his trump card; he plays them all to win.  He takes in everything, as heard and how it’s said, reading bodies, sensing vibrations from minds that have no idea he’s picking, extracting, sifting to give his the sharpest edge.

He spots Amy out of the corner of his eye, and can’t resist a smile. Amy, the natural distractor, eyed up by all, male and female tonight, it seems. Her charms are more obvious – the way she moves, the way she touches ever so briefly, and he is not immune. He says he loves her mind, the quick and lateral way it works; their chemistry says much more.

In the everlasting light time moves on with no sign other than the heaviness of eyes. Amy takes the lead, dissuades all carnal simmerings with a “With him” when asked which room she’s sleeping in.

Sam whispers, “Well done, though not sure you’ve done my reputation much good.”

Amy cups her hand to his ear and breathes, “You should be so lucky. We need to go, make our excuses.”

Sam yawns. “Time to turn in, an early start and all that. Goodnight all.”

Back in their room, Sam locks the door, then rubs his hands excitedly. “Right, get them out; let’s have a good look at them.”

“Hey, steady on!  Oh, you mean the devices.” A red-faced Amy bends and retrieves a multi-pack of gum from her lap-top bag underneath her bed. She unwraps a stick, and passes it to him.

Sam can’t stop grinning. “Brilliant.” He sees instantly the practicality of the disguise … insulation, protection, adhesion, gaseous permeability, and white.

“Just don’t forget and chew the damn things, okay? We don’t want to be analysing you for explosive emissions, do we!” Amy teases him, as she basks in his single word acknowledgement of her ingenuity.

Sam holds the gum stick at arm’s length, end-on, breathing deeply, as he rotates himself slowly in the natural light streaming through the window from a now windless grey-blue sky. Half a turn made, a faint pulse, a flicker, the nano-probe senses something. He nods his head, and she gasps. “What the hell have you eaten?” He looks at her, his face unreadable. He’ll never tell her, but she’ll find out; she knows this device’s secrets.

Three am it starts, a strangulated guttural sound, “Mad … Mad … Mad …” Her name … Madeline, part suffocated in his pillow. It’s three years since the nightmares began, three years since he lost her. An accidental fire, no one’s fault, the investigation concluded. Sam’s never believed it. He blames himself; he did not do enough. His scars say otherwise. Those on his body have healed, those inside are still weeping.

Amy stands over him, naked. Her instincts take over; she lifts the duvet and spoons herself against him, her lips upon his ear, gently easing words in, bringing calmness to him, as she’s done before, departing before the man he’ll let the world see awakens, with no memory of the night, save a tingle in his ear every time that she is near.

Standing in the shower, Amy’s tears flow away unseen, her vulnerability exposed unashamedly. Her muscles tense as her lips just want to scream how could he?! She’s surrendered everything to be with him, clinging on in hope that the day will come when he awakes to find her, and that it’s her name on his lips. Her scream breaks free, “Who the hell is Erin?!”

 

[EDC Writing©2017 – ‘Their Days’ – posted on Monday & Wednesday]

 

#5: Awakening – Crazy feelings

Friday

Sam:

I am walking in the rain alone my head bowed heavy with my thoughts, wanting to tell you more than I can, and I will when we are more secure than we are now. There are plenty of men like me and women too. I’ll have one with me – she goes everywhere I go, keeps me out of trouble, so no need to be scared for me. I’m drenched to the skin but do not want to go in, so I’ll stay outside and steam a while with my thoughts of being inside with you.

Erin:

In a minute I’m going to wake up and find that this is all a dream.  No man has ever turned me on the way you do. My imagination is going wild. I need you to go in, to feel how wet I am too.

Sam:

Imagine … you walk towards me hands outstretched. I mirror you. Our fingers touch, hands connect, arms enfold, and we embrace. You nuzzle my neck, and my eyes stream dewdrops on your hair. You look up, your eyes glisten, and moisten me. Our warmth creates a mist, mysterious, breathed in, every tear of joy shed condensed within. Lips dare to kiss, tongue tips touch, silently saying so much. We squeeze up tight …we say hello.

Erin:

You have made my skin come out in goose bumps. I so want the first time we meet to be like this – I so want to be squeezed up close to you.

 

Saturday

Sam:

This afternoon I’m free. I can’t help but feel I should be arm in arm with you, talking, sharing smiles, walking down our local streets, bars and coffee shops inviting us to step in – familiar people pause and stare. Perhaps that’s it – I am asking too much of someone as young and beautiful as you to be seen with a man like me?

Erin:

I guess I am just scared and nervous about the whole thing. The feelings I have for you are truly overwhelming and I am worried that when we do take those steps to meet that you may change your mind and not want a girl like me.

 

Sunday

Sam:

Erin, how could I not want you, in truth I feel as though I’m falling for you, a crazy thing to say I know, but somehow you’ve stroked my heart and opened it, you are flowing through my veins.

Erin:

It’s not crazy at all, you can’t help the way you feel, none of us can. Feelings can be a very strange thing and sometimes shocks us but I do have very strong feelings for you too, and I’ve never even met you!

Sam:

A quiet moment, lying in the sun, muscles stretched, blood flowing where most needed, relaxed, imagination in free fall, every thought of you, your beauty, the unfulfilled pleasure of your company, ever aching, longing for you to be beside me, my toes touching yours, our hearts thumping, our bodies in alignment, my hardness to your softness, eyes alight, the gap between us closes, lips exchange desires and needs , expressed in breathless whispers, intimate caresses, hands tentatively exploring, lips tasting, a prelude to the ultimate… a nice hot cup of tea.

Erin:

“I’m trembling, I don’t know if to laugh or cry, your words touch me in ways I did not think possible, if this is a dream it will be the best dream I have ever had, and if I have to wake, I want to wake with you beside me, to hold you and never let you go.

 

Monday

Sam:

Hi, Erin, did you sleep well? I got up early and am now at the airport.  It’s 6.30 am and we are about to go to the departure gate. You are so worth waiting for – I’m sure of how I feel. At least I’ll have my dreams of you in the never ending daylight nights.

Erin:

Oh, Sam, you take care. I can’t quite believe you’re not here. I’ll be waiting for you, promise.