TO COMFORT In her being here we have begun to prevail…

““TO COMFORT In her being here we have begun to prevail, having undone the enigmatical quality of question. She tells me softly, her words being sound to my ears like the scent of sweet nectar to the first flying creature introduced to spring. She kindly whispers as she brushes my hair and rubs my back, she trying to calm my troubled heart. Being kind to her wishes I reach up to kiss the grenadine from her petaled lips as she receives me with absolutely all that is left of her. Hearing her voice become calm and tender from the glow of our kiss, her eyes fill with a love that trembles with affection. I stop to pull her closer to me, standing with her along a wet and steamy trail that slowly absorbs the fresh rain. I kiss her sweet lips, passionately holding her lips to me beneath a tree that shades us in a kiss. And now I can only anticipate the moment when she will again be in my arms and under this spell that I cast for only her. She gives me everything just by letting me hear her voice. Every time that she looks at me with those eyes I wonder how I’ll ever be able to repay her. Catching the raw emotion that has begun to slip from her, I respond with a smile, feeling my heart bend just a little to the very sound of her voice.””

— Luccini Shurod