The Girl in Red

She smiles at me and asks for my name. Her eyes are alight with the promise of magic; taunting, teasing and tempting. Perhaps it's something ancient; something deep, down in the flesh, hidden, something draws me to her. 

We dance; sometimes to the music, sometimes to the words, we dance to life. The minutes tumble and fall; the seconds fading fast as the year dwindles away. One number gone, another to take its place. We dance; in the moonlight and the flames, ever so close until I can feel her breath and taste her skin. Pushing gently against each other we whisper words, things long forgotten. "She is old; she was here long before you and I and will be long after we are gone. Enjoy her bounty; take what you will but always pay." 

She tilts her head, looks at me, longingly. I kiss her, softly, slowly and then I feel it. The magic is old, old as the earth herself. There are memories here, those old and those not yet made. I fall, lost, nostalgic. I remember a million kisses and tears, a million lives. 
She is gone now, on a grey steed, taken by the winds that blow. The sun will rise soon, washing away the night and everything in it. It will all fade, like mist in the wind I will be gone, a part of me, taken, forever.


Desdemona, "You are a child of the universe. You will be Love."