Pine Barrens

I sought to give you the best of me
To hold back all my flaws.

The stars.

They dazzled the earth, shimmering down on the planet with their smiling faces of stardust and silver. The night is the perfect time for them to come out to play- skipping across the clouds that often times do nothing but dazzle the impregnated sky, billowing out across the blue-grey horizon and hiding away the stars except for on the most clear of night skies. Tonight was not the most clear of night skies, but the stars still shone gallantly through the haze that dared veil their debuts to the world below.

But that was already a few hours ago.

She had danced through the movements of the evening, letting the swirls of stardust and the calls of the midnight birds take her through the steps of the night. The very night that was slowly diminishing and dying away into the on coming day. She had to pause in her delicate dance, to look to the sky for a few moments and watch the change. The silver-blue night sky slowly faded, disappearing into nothingness, quickly overpowered by the strong glow of purples and oranges and yellows that shot up away from the sun, dying and coloring the sky with sheer power and illusion. This was not the proper time for the girl of stardust and dreams, but she still moves on, her steps straight and her body no longer curving and twisting in such tantalizing ways that would one day attract the attention of a male that should perhaps fall in love with how she moves.

That is a story for another day.

She moves through the trees, unafraid of the sun that should wash across her body as she leaves the cover of the pin-straight trees that dared stand in her way of the wide open spaces. Thin knees lifting and bobbing, her neck curled over her throat and she stopped for a moment to look around her surroundings and spot the golden girl. They are almost similar, of only the girl of stardust and the night were not so pale and thin and paper-frail, they would be one and the same. Perhaps. She moves closer, taking her steps slowly and trying not to terrify the elegance in the other woman. She comes closer now, touching her lips against the withers of the other in a form of attempted comraderie- she is kind and she is gentle, greeting the woman with touch instead of confounded sound or vile odor. It is a soft touch, perhaps best explained as a feather-light prod, pressing her lips and chin against the other woman’s withers before moving away, stepping around her to drop her head and nibble at the vegetation, letting her eyes switch back to the face of the other woman only occasionally.

It was a silent trust.

But I will give you imperfection
And leave it to interpretation.

{ beautiful joile / a lady / daughter to the stars }
{ spanish barb/ chestnut base grey / ee aa nZ Gg / 14.2 hands }
{ mothering none / living her little fairy tale / kissing frogs }
{ something beloved by gin }

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