The droplet that drenches the metal tip
A fine point that holds many stories
The grip that sends it dancing
Across white paper and lines so neat

That droplet that gathers on the metal tip
Blots of tales tailored for you and me
Bringing to life a world so different
Presenting you a universe
That you would fall in love with

That droplet, black and sleek*
The beginning of many beauties
Like those words written
That had formed my most beloved fantasy

Looking in the mirror...
Her long eyelashes flutter
As she made up
And tinted her lips, magenta

She slipped her feet into stilettos
And showed up amidst loud lights and heavy beats
In a skin tight maroon dress
Turning heads with her little catwalk

She danced with poison
And kissed strangers
Twirled around in intoxication
Laid down with danger

Looking in the mirror...*
Her long eyelashes flutter
As tears rolled down her freckled cheeks
Her face an utter mess
Body stripped off all covers
And his loving words...
Stuck
Inside her head

He twirls the strings
And she moves accordingly
She dances to his tune
Sings to his melody

He bends a finger
And she sits down quietly
She stays silent
She keeps mum

He raises his hand**
And she stands at attention
She follows suit
She smiles...

Maybe they both have not realised
But he has got her
Wrapped around his fingers
For he is the puppeteer...

And her...
His willing puppet

That hug...
And that...
...kiss

The images in the head
Flashing by rapidly, repetitively
Now it's all confused

They find their way into dreamland
My most precious memories
And I felt it..

That hug...
And that...
...kiss

These moments, so fleeting
Deep breaths that I can finally take
The peace, so rare
A time that I can quit thinking of what's at stake

This peace, seemingly imaginary
An illusion created in solitary
Yet the fire ignited, so fierce
A proof of a wonderful reality

I inch trembling fingers into the blaze
Flames licking my fingers, carressing each knuckle
Skin popping and blistering but yet
I defiantly hold the fire's gaze

This flame, had me create a belief
That many things are not what they seem
It may seem silent
But a furious war is blazing

Breaths caught in my throat
Air trying to crawl out from my lungs
A step back, another
In search of the peace, that melodious song

And night falls...
So we fall asleep, tenderly...
When the sun rises again...
...Those moments and flames await

Astraea
**rinnette

Visions reluctantly blur
But somehow absolutely clear
Like a dimmed light
Floating under a shining night