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Back to the interlude; take your stormy weather along
Eventually, I say, or we both say, like voices
chiming between layers. And you're holding the little pink box while
my fingers stray through your hair, imagining their wealth of glitter
against sunshine. The box goes up, goes down, takes a spin in your
hands. You giggle and laugh timidly. There
is one, single crystal button in front, though of plastic, but that
doesn't bother you. And a top lid, so you can store two sets of
secrets, two dreams, two smiles. I tell you that you can put your
heart into the very box itself, I'll simply rest in the fine spirals on
the lid, like a protective spell. An omen, warning trespassers of your
amazing beauty. How gorgeous you are.
You're bursting into full blown laughter and bending over, but my
smile stays gingerly calm. Like a figure
from your otherworldy charms, like the silver dove hanging from your
bracelet, decorated by sparkly stones. You laugh, but I bow down and
grab your shaking body, clutching you to me. Now,
you realize my emotion, so different from your easy breath, your light
dance. You realize my intent, the sharp, piercing smell of dragon
scales, burnt wood and torrid fumes. The smell of waking up on the
forest floor, wet from rain. My footsteps in the morning hours, circling your bed. Another whisper of a forgotten voice, as I
believe you will forget me. As you envision my horror at fleeting from
your touch, maybe not tomorrow, but at least some coming morning, you grasp me
with slender hands.
I hear the box falling from your embrace, sliding and spiralling
down to the floor. An idle sound, no louder noise past the murmur of your lips moving
before my eyes. And the
kind softness vibrating in my ears as you tuck me in behind your heart.
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