“Deal me in, deal me out, pick me out of a crowd. In the dark, all alone, I’ll go anywhere but home…”
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Winter moon shone bright and full in the cloudless winter night. Around its silver-white, cold in winter clear, aurora halo shone in reach and cast of further radiance, far limit of its light silver and thin with center of kaleidoscopic color filtered through prism of winter night. Within the cast of aurora radiance, Mars shone, fine point of red, in the light of aurora’s reach.
Wolf Moon, of winter’s heart, it reminded him of another.
He remembered her in night of first-meet and power’s draw. Silver ball in high-room’s center that spun light in prismed color-scatter, a song in play and setting of trance as he found her on floor in dance; silver skin in pass and sweep of the scattered colors, black dress, black boots high on fine tall legs; a way in her eyes when they found him too, the way they saw then looked away—aware of him still in watch, strangers see and find of one another.
A want and awaken, his desire to know—to hold and not just see.
Their meet on the floor, her eyes—a smile—looking on him once again though her seeing never broke; an energy between.
Night and scene, all seemed as spell. She was enchantment on the floor.
The way they danced, the way he held, heat of her body to his as he held and they moved and he drew and she pressed, each in ever closer.
Leave of the floor, rest in a booth, she upon his lap; kisses in the shadow, room falling away, moment and time becoming only them; natural and rhythmic roll of kiss-way, natural of her body to his in rest and curl-held warmth, gentle in its fine, strong in its softening; heat of her skin between boots’ rise and dress’ fall; pierce of tongue and pulse of kiss, his touch high and close, beneath the black, curve trace of banded line, then silent slide aside.
Heaven in the hide; answer of energied kiss—only for a moment.
World and room of surround returned. He dizzied in fall from the transcendence; Heaven held and touched—only for a moment.
A different song, the room too loud, prism scatter of the globe dimmed from first-strike dazzle witnessed upon her silver-white and black.
His heart strong, hers too. She moved his hand aside, keeping in her own.
Move from his lap, his hand in hers, together they rose and left under light of Blood Full Moon, red-glowed ember returned from black’s eclipse. Beneath the glow of sanguine sign, hand in hand and hold to each other’s warmth, blood and life pulsed strong.
She saw him go to memory, a distance in his stare seeing more than full moon’ shine, more than aurora’s light and reach, and Mars’ umber in hold of prismed scatter-brilliance.
“What do you see?” she asked.
He smiled, he answered. She was beautiful in the soft light radiance and gentle warmth of candle’s burn in open heart of hearth; its cast on their bodies, left shadow of room beyond close-held illume.
He told her all as he remembered, sensoried details that were his of night and moment that were theirs. She blushed blood-red and lovely as he spoke all to her then.
When finished, she left, eclipsed into the shadows beyond candles’ close-held light.
She stayed removed. She stayed away. He felt a longing pang, limerence in her absence.
When returned, first sign was song low playing in the dark from record-spin.
Next, she was there, standing at limit of the candled light, red-orange cast in boundary of shadow and see.
Moving near she illumed; radiance of her body, silver-white, and the black of dress and boots worn first night when they had found—magic once again.
His body swooned. His heart beat strong, in ache for all her see as she had been on first-love night.
Upright and sitting, she brought her self upon his lap, one hand to smooth and tender warm of leg’s flash between the black; his other high, cradling, caressing, fondling through the black.
He kissed to her neck, trail slope of her shoulder. Hands moved as fingers hooked drawing straps over slopes and side-fall over arms, top’s high falling same; then return of his holds and trail of his kiss in slope ascent and warm-touch reach to her base of neck.
Focus of kiss, focus of hold, low’s high beneath the black, find of warm and bare beneath. Each’s smile, her hush of breath in takings of his touch, body held and close into his lap.
Song played. Moon climbed. Mars closed the space between, drawn in aurora’s hold.
Like Mars, he rose. Like Mars, he reached. Drawn in aurora’s hold, he entered heaven-body—one in the silver-white.