She could not set light to her room, nor could she fall high enough to make much sense of that solid sensation of moving not at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each limb lead and the sound of echoes making no movement upon the walls and no sense\u2013just vibrations that touched nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So she enameled the floor ebony and coated the walls black, encased her bed in dark Egyptian cotton and flung across the canopy blackest velvet curtains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She then invited him in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Desire is a blindness; this he knew and despite the pallor of her skin, the blackness of her room he entered in, prepared for nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He could not speak to her, he did not know how. He could not plead with her she could not comprehend sincerity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So he stretched out his hands and embroidered the edges of the black velvet curtains with pearls of milky white and cast upon her ebony pillows the silver moonlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Upon the floor he danced and swayed over the darkness, a midnight blue in soft undulating waves, placing upon that cobalt stream small pinpricks of shining stars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Upon completion of his wooing the stars, moon, and galaxies arose, sounding heavenly instrumental song.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She stood pale and small before the darkness of all light, naked and exposed from gloom of tomb to the vast universe just outside her room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He placed a hand gently on her waist, held her hand and slowly waltzed about the ebony gates and out onto the clear floor of eternity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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