Tre L. Loadholt
1 min readDec 13, 2015

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Sweetness: The last kiss

He isn’t used to her touch, not like this… Her hands are ice-cold, hardened by the dead Winter and cracked beyond salvaging. She tries to whisper to his soul, the love they once shared is golden. A new era entered into their realm with her heart growing two sizes bigger this year. She is giving more than she ever has and he is appreciative, however, he needs more. He wants more. He cannot live without more. She is eager to give it to him, but there is not yet peace. And, when there is no peace, there cannot be an increase in more of what she has to give.

He tries to awaken her spirit to living, to cultivate it once more, and bring it back to Earth, but she is so far gone into a world he fears entering. But, their love… Their love crushes fears and the hardest of hearts. Watching her evolve, he dreams of years spent admiring her smile and drifting into love over and over again.

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Tre L. Loadholt

I am more than breath & bones. I am nectar in waiting. “You write like a jagged, beautiful dream.” ©Martha Manning •https://acorneredgurl.com