She sat cross-legged in burgundy gown and musings beside the hearth. Knee of high-crossed leg vertical in pose as under rested folded to floor beneath. Fall of gown caught and fell in valley of lifted leg. Nothing beneath, in pose, she showed faint in poise of rest.
She knew he saw. She didn’t mind. She loved that he admired, that he loved, that he desired.
Her length of hair changed in tone and story of its fall. Darkened at roots, it lightened and paled as inverse rays of sun brightening in distance from their source. Tone change and fair of ends glowed then in light of the fire-hearth.
To view her in her way, in moment and musings such as then, mind lived as poetries.
Beautiful in cover and showing of gown, hair-story fall from darkness to a light, enchanting, alluring, she was muse waiting to be written.
Respondant, inspired, he wrote.
Poetry and prose, reality and dreams—longings, lusts, and honest love—he wrote truth of spirit in all degrees.
After, he would share keeping quiet as she read. She into the worlds, into the words, he watched her eyes and skin and spirit change in affect to words received.
He loved to watch her change. It was excitement and often reason that he wrote privately to journal pages only her eyes would see.
Story read, absorbed, received, further changings showed: her shift in poise, a forward lean, gown’s catch and fall from thought-raised points bared prominent in poise; a something in the eyes, face’s smile or focused straight; energy through a silence.
Written well, wanted, believed, they would make the writings true.
Right then, he wrote her as she was. He wrote her as she’d be.
Complete, he shared story for her to read.
Her left hand rose in stroke of her neck as right held to the pages, mind and body focused to the read. Blush rouged through read upon her throat. Spreading, it painted lower over chest, deepening in color as at lasted.
Risen thought, risen feel, she signed subtle then in prominence through wearing of her gown.
Rise of her eyes in after-read, the focus of her face, forward lean of body then, gown rest and fall from strong of inspired ends, he’d written well.
Written well, she believed. Wanting, dreaming, pages became: grain of the hardwood floor to back in move of her driven body, fanned spread of sunrays over open floor as she embraced and absorbed full strength of his given truth.