to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Oh, he wouldn’t lose her, couldn’t if he tried (except with his ignorance, perhaps, and that was why she’d been so irritate with him at the first), waiting, waiting, waiting, for the speed to increase. The waves tickled her feet and her laughter continued into its wild, caustic oblivion, savage and untamed and nothing could take her apart now – hands grasping hold of his fin as they escalated into swifter connotations. He responded to her commands, to her demands, with aplomb, and if she were truly the epitome of boldness she might have taken one hand off and seen how long she could hold on with bare strength alone – but even that might’ve been too foolish. Instead, she bayed, she whistled, she howled, she roared, vibrant tenacity and defiance against skies and seabeds.to be the sun
MELITA
