beautiful
so my boss called at 6.30am yesterday to say "christmas holiday begins early!" translation: stay in bed today...too cold. yay! except of course, i had a few jobs to take care of so i ended up at work anyway.
but the dream he woke me out of....
setting: the forested area within spittin distance of gran'sasso, a mountain range and hiking destination in abruzzo. sun jumping through leaves. barely there breezes. horses stomping around out of eye-shot. tall tall beautiful girl, center. latin face, tilted and timelss alone eyes, thicker than thick hair. long short hair. skin the color of coffee, splish of milk.
and she smiles broad. enough to kill a man and devastate fearful women. and she says, "no. i'm fine thank you. i'm not interested in that." she makes no gestures. simply this, the words. the smile just sticking the knife in deeper. her eyes to your eyes. her lips, her face to your eyes. for your eyes. you think you are drunk. no walls, only trees. violet sky somewhere. but there must be something, something, you think.
her black brows knit.
"no, thank you, again. did you not hear me the first time i said it? did i not giggle enough....? i'm not interested in that, in what you have for me. i know what i want." her teeth glint against her skin. she stops smiling. nearly shamefully beautiful. she has heard this before. maybe she is the one who believes it the most.
she thinks to apologize for this beauty. for you. for its getting in the way. but she simply shifts her weight and waits. the breezes return. you try to understannd what she says, but to do so you should look away so you can think. it's just that she is so beautiful. so...beautiful.
but the dream he woke me out of....
setting: the forested area within spittin distance of gran'sasso, a mountain range and hiking destination in abruzzo. sun jumping through leaves. barely there breezes. horses stomping around out of eye-shot. tall tall beautiful girl, center. latin face, tilted and timelss alone eyes, thicker than thick hair. long short hair. skin the color of coffee, splish of milk.
and she smiles broad. enough to kill a man and devastate fearful women. and she says, "no. i'm fine thank you. i'm not interested in that." she makes no gestures. simply this, the words. the smile just sticking the knife in deeper. her eyes to your eyes. her lips, her face to your eyes. for your eyes. you think you are drunk. no walls, only trees. violet sky somewhere. but there must be something, something, you think.
her black brows knit.
"no, thank you, again. did you not hear me the first time i said it? did i not giggle enough....? i'm not interested in that, in what you have for me. i know what i want." her teeth glint against her skin. she stops smiling. nearly shamefully beautiful. she has heard this before. maybe she is the one who believes it the most.
she thinks to apologize for this beauty. for you. for its getting in the way. but she simply shifts her weight and waits. the breezes return. you try to understannd what she says, but to do so you should look away so you can think. it's just that she is so beautiful. so...beautiful.
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