a chrysalis 

                   that was the best descriptioncomparison he could make for her gown  diaphanous   sequinedbut not

   fit like snakeskin

they walked together 

they talked 

            though they didnt speak 

when she decided they stopped 

she wanted to sit and relax

she removed her gown

                       she turnedmusically counterclockwise an it relentedopened like flower petals at her ankles loosening as she turned it rose up over her knees her hips waistshe put her arms above her head it rose over her breasts her shoulders throat passed her face flowedup over the top of her headher tawny hair moving under it like rising smoke caught in a gentle vortex it went to her elbows an wrappedwound her wrists binding her

                                                                                                      then stopped

bringing her arms downbending her elbows she whipped the gown several times clockwise before she freed her hands 

     she was naked

                     her skin pale pearlescentgreen beautifully set off her brilliant sharpgreen eyes 

she wasnt shy or modest or embarrassed  like a child           

                                                         breathtaking

working the gown into one hand she snapped it

                                                 he thought its fireflies its mesmerising facets would scatter they did not

then she sat on her right hip in the long grass her legs togetherbroke at the knees

he sat beside her

as she went to sit she halved the gown laid it across her thighs against her belly  soft fires flickered in it kisses from the sun

she was as extraordinary as he was common 

they conversed until the sun began to fall  the sky hazingturning goldenamber 

he had no memory of words spoken

       I must go she began to standhe cautioned her stood quickly offered his hand 

she accepted it

he helped her up 

                   he knewunderstood to step back 

an as he did she unfoldedunfurled her gown snapped it like bullwhip an then with it around her wrists she flung her arms above her head an turned clockwise

                                             the gown hung momentarily above her head a calla lily

then in reverse of earlier it descended her bodycloaking her  when she ceased turning the gown held a life of its own a centripetal force  it snugged her like snakeskin 

they met two more times 

                           in a glade  lastly on a yellow dune broken with tall greengrass overlooking a palepink watermelon sea

he couldnt help but notice her aureoles were its colour

   when she left he suffered a fortunate amnesia it was until she was gone that he remembered she said she wouldnt see him again because had he remembered he would have begged her to stay 

                                                                                 he would have begged on his knees 

there is a place inside his head however he can go and hear herhear her voice repeating their hours of conversation

sometimes behind it in an echo a soft reverberation she offered something other

he hung on every word

        

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