I watch a woman with sunbeam eyelashes dance under a cerulean sun. Rose-petal lips whisper the sweetest blasphemies. My heart fissure with tiny euphorias, watching her hands unwind the skies. Every touch of the clouds carrying the languid grace of a honey-wand; syrupy and sweet (despite utterly impractical). My breath goes shallow, watching her rainbow ribbons hold fast her ponytail promises. She sees me, and curtsies at the knees, bound tight with pink satin sashes.
I return the bow clumsily.
I am embarrassed and ashamed at my discomfort.
What a magnificent waste.
10:02 p.m. - 2015-02-12
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