Waving

Waving.

Melancholy.

He blinked.

Smiling at last.

She skipped towards him now.

Their grasp jolted, awakens a fury of longing.

Breathing every moment, drinking aether from atmosphere swollen on the wisp of wind.

Obsidian pupils drift out of focus, heart peering solitary out of slit in ego, absorbing emotional pyres smoldering upon the path.

Hoarse bellows into the maddening howl of air rending his space, the man blinks sand across eyes bearing the terrible glint of mundane ritual, and yet sacred love descends even now from above.

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