Uncharted Territory

This article is third in the collection of writings based on prompts from my first writing workshop. Special thanks to the fabulous Laura Lentz who creates a space that allows for the deeply buried to come floating so effortlessly to the surface.

I entered a sea of bodies. The yearning for sex, love, connection, laid low like winter fog. I kept onward, wading through and then something told me I went too far. I felt the urge to turn the ship around, then there you were, a lighthouse in the fog. I found safe harbor next to you. The first time I saw your face, I knew you were more than a beacon. You were a voyage yet to be explored. When we set sail, we both knew deep in our hulls that this would be much more than just a fair weather journey, it was uncharted territory.

San Francisco, California
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