She stood in the center of it all,
He hair was the wind, whisking around her childlike face.
She began to sway.
She twirled as though the earth was singing to her,
A song that cannot be ignored.
Her body turned liquid, joining in with the rain.
She opened her mouth and let out a whisper,
Her voice was the wind.
Her body the rain.
Yet she is unseen, unheard by most.
She is me, she is you.
She is what we desire and what we hate
Freedom
Yet to take her, tis forbidden.
To touch her is to hunger for her,
to lust for her,
to long for her.
She cannot be held, nor contained.
To do so would destroy her, reducing her to a bittersweet memory.
Those who walk with her are driven mad, held back with chains of logic and reason.
To become her, to be consumed by her beauty and peace, is to lose those chains and all that comes with them, but be held back by her embrace from those who desire you both but cannot reach.
An irresistible beauty, she drives all thought away.
Beware.
So what happened was, I wrote the first bit, Nutty wrote the second bit. I have her permission to post
