Smoke & Mirrors, unbeknownst
I wanted to tell him many things, everything, about beauty and brutality. All of which he knew so well, memorized even. He's traced the crevices and fractures of the dyad many times before with his callously desperate lips. Savored and percolated in viscous honey glinting with acrimonious vestige relinquished from the undiscerning bee. I wanted to tell him of the graze that lay beneath slowly eroding the gingerly planted roots in the untouched soil. My lips, unlatched, liberated a tremulous breath. No sound resonated in his ears for no sound transpired from my lips. And there he departed, oblivious, indistinguishable from the dwindling bee.
