Dandy Stranger

She let the wind touch her; kiss her with a slight upward turn of her jaw. The darkness had fallen long ago and dusk was waiting in the wings to lift her, in the final controlled limp fall – held until the cheers of silence fade away.

She was aware of no one but the whisper on her shoulder, the voice that was life’s own sweetness - The truth. Her every muscle aware of it’s pained place in this music less duet. Her partner pushed her to believe, to move.

Was than that she ran, leaping with the stars. Her freedom a trade, fading as her fingers touched them. Her elegant line, a line of hope, breathing as she ran – fast and stricken. The world bending and changing, how fate would shape it.

The shadows came out to hold her. The whisper bent to kiss her, dusk gave way to brilliance. In it’s hold, they were lifted - like moths to a flame. All at once the two became the flame. Consumed now, so that they may consume.

Complete.