She reached her hand to the light. It was cold and still it shone like a burning fire. I saw her twiddle her fingers around the beam, the skin translucent orange, her fingernails giving way to the blinding white.
Her arm and hand seemed to me a walkway to the stars. As her eyes reflected the incandescent beauty, I remembered how we shone together, naked in all those warm beds, loving each other with the simple understanding of being.
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