I capture the colour of your essence on my lips, but it doesn’t keep you from cowering. I feigned familiarity, just to soften the blow, but there is nothing I can do to ease your mind, as I ease you away from this place. You have grown familiar with the beating of your heart, and…

Eyes like earth, still shining, sparkling under the sunlight, with a strand of silver hair across her stare, watching herself in the mirror, reminiscing upon the days when her mane was raven. There were so many days inside of her, so many minutes that made her melt into waterfalls of wanting, typhoons of tears, cyclones…

Flickering flames, softly kissing the dry, dreaming branches that once watched over us. Warm, and waiting for the right moment, my hand hovers over yours, and my eyes are devoured, and devoted to your gentle gaze.