((If people like this I will post more with a more FR theme. This short piece is in memory of a special friend long lost. Comments welcome but please be kind))
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She stands. Like some marble sculpture of beauty and grace born from myth and legend: head lowered, quiet, relaxed and secure in her place in the world. The sweet smell of fresh grass and wildflowers dances across her face as butterflies flitter and dip before her half lidded eyes. Long, curled lashes rise and fall slowly, once, then again, as a springtime breeze floats around her legs cooling her tone, silken skin.
Millenia of inborn lore cause her to start suddenly. Her regal head rises, at once alert and poised. The sound of one approaching is carried to her like a wave on the whispering wind. Her eyes go white and wide as a primal urge to flee, to be free in spirit and body almost overcomes her as she stands trembling. Then something in the sound -- she cocks one ear forward then back again. She knows that sound. His confident measured step falls in time to the soft melody of his voice, as he hums a song of trust, kindness and peace. She breathes in sharply, his familiar scent washing over her and through her, causing her to dance in nervous anticipation.
Then she sees him. Striding purposefully towards her, tall grass parting around his strong legs as his soothing song grows louder still in her sensitive ears. She relaxes. Her head dipping slightly as she steps once, then again, towards him. How strange she wonders that she can so love one so different from her. She yearns to feel his loving touch, to yield to him, and to revel in the freedom and exhileration of spirit he coaxes from her.
*SNAP* -- A sudden sound startles her from behind -- her muscles twitching, her body rigid in the moment before explosive fury. All goes quiet. His song stops and her nostrils flare as she stands indecisive and afraid. "Shhhhhh...." His soothing voice caresses her, calming her as he stands before her now, close, so close with arms outstretched and open in a gesture of comfort and trust. He reaches out to her face and her fear and indecision melt from her like water rushing down a hillside. His fingertips brush gently down her forehead and face, like feathers sending flutters of calm and excitement through her at the same time. His other hand comes to her cheek as she lowers her head to him, her honey brown eyes staring soul to soul into his. She rests her head against his broad chest, pushing it into him, fully his in mind, body and spirit. He turns slowly smiling, and together they walk, his hand resting absently against her, the grass whipping around them as the breeze blows sweetly and clouds fly past.
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True Unity
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