Blood of the Fae


So close I can taste his Forest on my tongue,
Feel his sunrise in my skin,
dancing.

I know the addiction's there.
I can feel it scraping
around in my chest.
Always in my chest,
Cocooning.

It was too soon to test
my strength.

So good to be near him
in the sunlight and the breeze,
green and purple in the air.
So good
seeing the fire-lore of his eyes.

He is always in the sunlight.

My fingers remembered
even if I did not.
My skin, my blood
- they knew.

They knew.

I want to breathe in and breathe in and
Breathe in.
Nuzzle his spark,
kiss that new penny brightness,
ride his Never Land crowing against my teeth.

Or gently kiss the center of his forehead.
Quiet, protective.
To protect from my blood.

I feel his beast moving against mine,
so close,
the fur and feathers in liquid velvet
just below the skin,
pulling, catching,
lingering.

He is Magic.
Full of his magic.
Waves of it in his hair
In his fingers,
Beating against my fingers.





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