divya
sound. solar. the sound of sunlight, i imagine is like small girls' anklets.
The hem of your velvet skirt darkens as you take your first step
Into the soft surrender of the waves.
You kneel solemn,
As the darkness saturates its path through your burgundy beauty.
Closer,
Ever closer.
Your body
For your sanity.
Her bare body languished before him, speckled with sunlight, begging to be realised in oil paint.
He waded into the shallow pool, water flicking it's cool tongue over his bare ankles. Cautious, cautious, he told himself. Better to be cautious.
She was his everything. He was consumed in her, lost in her thoughts, in her dreams, in her soft hair. His life revolved around her, and what he could do for her.. it was always a different point on the compass of her centre.. never away, just around.
Beloved. Be-loved. I want to be loved. I'm sure you do, too. Maybe I can try do your raw, untainted expectations justice? And maybe, in turn, you can soften the world-weariness of mine.
She would float off by herself, in herself. On sunny days that crinkled like eyes, she would sit by the river with her blue radio. She would sing songs that filled her up, but left her feeling empty.
Her honey breath stroked his face; they were so close that he could see his own eyes reflected in her . A soft coil of gold settled on his neck as she tilted her face towards him, her lips brushing the rough outline of his jaw.
The brisk air was like a slap against her face after the drowsy warmth of the fire. It stung, in a lovely way.
Her hair clouded around her, a incandescent mane of fire and gold. It was magnificent, the physically manifested enigma surrounding her.
The tip of a match, ignited.
A spark, a flame.
A brilliance.
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