Home

She  was home

The past was her oldest and dearest friend. the music lasted around her, bouncing off walls and ricocheting from memory to memory, she was lost no more. This place she now called home, was her safe haven from the cruelty of the blistering winds of the universe, oh what a thought, she cried to herself as the violin played on, a lone symphony only evident to them, she yearned for an age old relic that kept her in tact. she yearned for the laugh it had once cause her, but only for a moment before the earnest truth trickled in through the seems. Nights beside the waters, rippling from the moments they had cast now in heart stone. She was one with the mercy of the worlds, and just as she began to slip, from chair to floor, intoxicated with hatred and vengeance, he caught her, by the hand, and then arm, and as he slowly inched his way across her skin, she felt his soul intertwine with hers and just as their eyes met, a thousand kisses were shared betwixt eyes so fond of tales not yet shared...

His arms held her close, and walls came crashing down, and from tightly touching lips, gently sharing hearts and mind, her should her the whispers of his intentions. "If i cant break doors down for you, i'll hold you as we pick the locks, together..." and silently all of her exhaled. She was now home.

For P.J.K
Mystique xxxx