He sleeps in the dark corners of her mind
covered in shadow
She knows he’s there, but she doesn’t think about him much.
until something sparks a memory
stirring him to life
and he stands before her
smiling his wonderfully wicked smile.
A dull ache moves through her soul, her throat burns
and try as she might to stop them, the tears escape.
They were in tune, a piano and a cello.
The music they made would echo through the house
lingering to whisper in the air for days.
It was more than a magical mystery tour.
Tantalizing leather tongues had whisked across her skin with fiery kisses
eliciting cries of joy and pain.
Her heart had been weightless
her body alive.
She finally understood the poets
and the songs
and the meaning of words.
~~ F l y i n g ~~
The empty hunger, the black void, the need no longer met.
She feels cursed, then blessed, then cursed.
It is strange when she speaks to him.
It is cruel.
He seems inexplicably immune.
She still believes
they could have had it all.