Thursday, August 18, 2011

summer night with coffee brought me this.

She had seven keys on her right set of ribs. It was the first time he had laid eyes upon them. The questions started rushing through his head. He knew there werent conventional responses waiting to be delivered;the seven didnt stand as a representation of the seven deadly sins a dark society upheld so well, nor did it stand for seven names of loved ones who she deeply wasnt even a superficial lucky number. There was much more to it.

And he wasnt just giving her more credit due to the fact that she lay naked in front of him now.

He had come to find that there was an inspiring story behind every decision which she took. These six elaborately designed keys accompnied by the single black silhouette of one to make seven were the reason she woke up every morning. They came together to explain what was driving her.This was the why...this was why she held a paintbrush as a profession, this was why she adored walking, this was why she loved wearing that gold tree necklace. Do not be mistaken, these were never problems to solve, merely curiousities to fulfill. These keys had somehow given him an entirely new reason to love her desperately.
It was 2:22. He usually made a wish by this time; catching time with repeated numbers was a good luck charm, a wish could not be wasted. For months on end, he would wish for the same thing until he actually would feel closer to getting it; at times the wish would simply come true... It always had a funny way of working out. Everything that had occurred tonight was a wish of his...The moment she had the courage to remove her slip, the need she had to break down barriers on that bed, the way he could linger upon the curvature of her figure as the moonlight illuminated it. It worked. And then there were the seven keys on her ribs which had kept him awake even after she had surrendered to the dawn. Seven keys made him feel seven steps closer to the complicated nature which emcompassed her being and which he adored in the simplest, most basic of ways.

It was 5:55. He knew he needed to come up with a new wish, but he couldnt be bothered to do so now. Oddly enough, he felt a strong sense of relief in not wanting to wish for anything else; he had been liberated from his own strange tendencies. Even if there was no guarantee that it would be this way for good, he continued to bask in the happiness he felt. As if his thoughts had woken her, she turned over suddenly, stretched and smiled without opening her eyes. He kissed her forehead, breathed her in.
He was bound to her and her seven keys in the most peculiar way.

He didn't mind.



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