{"sf1_id":1954202,"sf2_id":"pnGL6aj1","title":"001 - 14/02/Forever","author":"lnc0","words":295,"posted_at":"2023-02-14T17:39:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry","Valentines Day","dreamy","prose"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1954202-001-14-02-forever","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGL6aj1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b2/34/b234fdbd-b807-4133-99cf-30f0ca539aab","description":"#1 of Beastiary Beas Part 1 - A Valentines Story","content":"_The 14th stroke of Georgian's shortest_\n\n_All I can do is wonder if you're doing it too?_\n\n_Recreating snapshots of 8 years hence_\n\n_In public transit daydreams, during the afternoon's hue_\n\n_I must confess I time travel every single time_\n\n_To the moonlight pouring down the arc of your back_\n\n_As all communicative functions start to fail me_\n\n_For all my bravado, I need your help picking up the slack_\n\n_It's the perfect antidote to a year in the crosshairs_\n\n_Suddenly I feel my claws recede into myself_\n\n_Like I could camouflage into the decor_\n\n_For just one night, we're just another pair of lovers_\n\n_Instead the centrepiece of a wallflower exhibition_\n\n_Locked into your thighs; finally some peace and quiet_\n\n_Pacified by temporary humanity_\n\n_What I would've give for the reunion tour_\n\n_On this day of Saint Valentines~_\n\n---------------------------------------------------\n\nIt's funny how the mind remembers the most significant events that have happened to it, even if the person behind it does everything in their power to forget. Recollections of instances that agitate the body's sensations, it'll relentlessly grasp onto them and recall them endlessly, without hesitation.\n\nThe scent of the car leather\n\nThe chill of the night\n\nThe drone of the street lights\n\nTheir floorboards creaking as you tiptoe on them\n\nA finger stroking the fur of the back of your hands\n\nUp and down\n\nThe sensation that lingers even after the hand has been removed\n\nCatching the alcohol scent on your breath\n\nThe blast of sauce on the makeshift pasta the morning after\n\nThe chill of the morning\n\nSlowly letting go of your paw\n\nIt's that time of year again...\n\nYou could go over this forever if could\n\nBut the jeering of the 79 robs you of any further time with this compilation.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Beastiary Beas Part 1 - A Valentines Story","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1954207-002-the-world-pt-01.json"}}