Noah Cameron Fields Contest entry by blueflameangel, literature
Literature
Noah Cameron Fields Contest entry
Noah has tall cheekbones, broad shoulders and a strong jawline. His skin has an olive glow to it, practically flawless despite the tiny birth mark by his left eye. His hair is kept short and relatively dark, coupled with bright green eyes, thick, straight brows and a stubble. His hands are pretty large and he has long fingers. His uniform is a bit greener than the standard camouflage, with two large pockets by the chest and a belt that hugs his mid-section. His dog tags hang loosely over the lapels of the uniform jacket and underneath is a black, form-fitting T-shirt. The rest of the uniform consists of slightly darker cargoes and heavy,
shhh... It was almost as if the waters were trying to console her as they beat down on the firm, tanned skin of Courtney's back. Goodsprings, Nevada was a pretty small town and pretty damn hot at that and despite the hotel's attempts to keep her entertained, the loneliness mixed with the longing to find home made all her problems worse. She was going to leave tomorrow, it was settled. She cut off the water supply with the twist of her wrist, stepping out of the shower to face the mirror; it had been fogged over just a little bit but that was okay. Instinctively, she swiped a hand across the cool glass to eradicate the condensation. She rememb
Noah Cameron Fields Contest entry by blueflameangel, literature
Literature
Noah Cameron Fields Contest entry
Noah has tall cheekbones, broad shoulders and a strong jawline. His skin has an olive glow to it, practically flawless despite the tiny birth mark by his left eye. His hair is kept short and relatively dark, coupled with bright green eyes, thick, straight brows and a stubble. His hands are pretty large and he has long fingers. His uniform is a bit greener than the standard camouflage, with two large pockets by the chest and a belt that hugs his mid-section. His dog tags hang loosely over the lapels of the uniform jacket and underneath is a black, form-fitting T-shirt. The rest of the uniform consists of slightly darker cargoes and heavy,
shhh... It was almost as if the waters were trying to console her as they beat down on the firm, tanned skin of Courtney's back. Goodsprings, Nevada was a pretty small town and pretty damn hot at that and despite the hotel's attempts to keep her entertained, the loneliness mixed with the longing to find home made all her problems worse. She was going to leave tomorrow, it was settled. She cut off the water supply with the twist of her wrist, stepping out of the shower to face the mirror; it had been fogged over just a little bit but that was okay. Instinctively, she swiped a hand across the cool glass to eradicate the condensation. She rememb
I
Oh, the summer moon!
Stripped to bare skin, burnished smooth
Bathes in still waters
II
The moon rose, slinking
Over trees, their leaves burnished
And dull foil silver finished
Ponderously thinking.
She, the moon sipped
The dark of waves
Of deep waters, grey
And mercury dipped.
As an old woman she laid
Just above the rock reef stone
Hooded, in her winter shade
A specter of both coal and bone.
III
Rain, incessant, settled into
A heavy October mist.
I was alone, except
Beside me on the cold sheets
You left behind the low hung moon
IV
Moon, the moon
Who might, in hurried footfalls break
The midnight springtime’s upturned face
In se
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