to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Distracted all over again, absorbed by the kaleidoscope of colors blending and unfurling before her eyes. Keen, excited, and ebullient, drenched and soaked in the finery of her mischief and curiosity, she didn’t bend, she didn’t break, she didn’t mar, skirting over the surface over the coral, fingers barely touching. Eternally tempted, yearning to capture the experience with something more than memories, an everlasting stroke of skin on the mystic, on the enigmatic, so that she might remember it vividly – a giggle echoing, bounding from her throat as she brushed along fish scales. Then she rose to the surface again when her lungs ached, when her body told her to cease and desist, exploding back along the surface with her same incandescent wilderness. He’d snagged at the oysters, she’d watched from her section of the beautiful, beatific world, and the air of mischief rose again on her mouth at his suggestion. It might’ve matched his Cheshire grin, Korofi blended fire and devilry, and while she treaded water once more, she laughed, giggled, and agreed. “Absolutely! How are you going to crack them open?”
to be the sun
MELITA
