from here.His arm stays around me, and I thrum with the heat coming off him...he's so hot it's almost painful, but a good sort of pain, that heat. We walk in silence until we turn the corner, and I'm home. The garden is growing up over the walls, taking the house back, making it into something else ( Read more... )

Your name:  Zai.
Your personal LJ:
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I Dream I'm the Death of Orpheus

I am walking rapidly through striations of light and dark thrown under an arcade.

I am a woman in the prime of life, with certain powers
and those powers severely limited
by authorities whose faces I rarely see.
I am a woman in the prime of life
driving her dead poet in a black Rolls-Royce
Through a landscrape of twilight ( Read more... )