“ She lowers her forehead to the floor, curling starlight tendrils under her face when she rocks in the yoga pose, so tempting and sexy even in her deepest despair. Her courage is failing and I wait it… Poppet
“ A shade slinks over me and I'm caught off guard when he leans down, placing a blossom in my cleavage, his face shadowed and secretive. Poppet
“ Alone in the dark all we have are the supernal lights in each others eyes left to illuminate the room, the only sound our breathing. Poppet
“ Stapled to her gaze, sucked into the potency of her focus, only the trace of her blood in my mouth reassures me this is not a vision but a hallucinogenic pause from responsibility. Poppet
“ Every man needs a shadow to reveal his light, to always be that close, ever present, bonded forever in astral allegiance. Poppet
“ She looks at me with wide eyes, delight and joy evident, sitting forward, “They are dreaming? You watch dreams? Movie is dream? Poppet
“ Why the hell do women always have to bring back up? It's not as if I'm going to molest her at the opera. Poppet
“ Holding my hands, kissing the palms, his smile is ecstatic, jubilant, adoring, and the song playing speaks for him, “Have you ever seen the light...the way it shines in you. Poppet
“ Oh baby, your planet sounds like paradise but it just doesn't fly down here in the trenches. Poppet
“ Aye,” he smiles, joy igniting in his stormy gray eyes, stroking my hand possessively as if unwilling to let me go for fear I am nothing more than a hallucination about to wear off. Poppet
