Her feet perused the water, and for the first time, it didn't sting over her scars. It was not salty... not too hot, nor not too cold. But perfect. In her mouth was a precursor of youth. She had her long forgotten - and unacceptable to the rest of the world - binky. Still, she smiled none the less. The stars stretched across the sky, as if some child had teemed out a bucket of glitter. The sun had long gone, and the moon danced across the water and sings in the sky of a brilliant hue. Her body felt embraced by the world. Seen for the beauty she should be seen by. Her eyes were bright, not filled with tears. Her body was feisty, not depleted by the encumbering weight of the world. Not worn down by fatigue or her own habits. She was healthy. She was happy. Her hand was not empty. She held in it the single most beautiful person she'd ever met. A real prince charming. His hand was calloused. But she was too. Yet he never sought to let that faze him. She stopped. She wanted to feel him. His body. She wanted to deject the dream and make it tangible, as she long spent many nights wishing on the stars for him to be. Her arms wrapped around him and she held him. Staring out onto the water, no one but the two of them. He felt warm. She smiled and just felt the embrace. Her arms stroking his body gently. She smelled on him the aroma of long summer nights, the mischievous dancing of their bodies beneath the stars. Her body had a history. But soon, the only history evident next to the scars will be the joy she has from him. The way he discards her flaws as if he had erased them. The closer she got to him, the more she questioned how she got so lucky. She'd caught an angel. Unless she could help it...she wouldn't let go. She held his hand. For the first time, she smiled...and didn't know why. She was happy.
 Made27 · Tue Aug 16, 2005 @ 04:24am · 1 Comments |
