I'll give you the sky

It could have been a patio like in anyone's backyard,
except this, is not that.
It is a flagstone art garden of her dreams.
and there are rocks, massive
a picture window slab here, a wall of sky there.
It's engineered, architecture? or music?
A mallot for striking wind chimes on dreams, songs in rock.
The flagstones are wrapped in wire, suspended, ensconced in whimsy and flowing.
It’s art landscaped into Neverbefore, made REAL.

She stands at its threshold,
 mystified, she hazards pinging quartzite into bluestone.
Will it resonate?
The sound strikes a thought of impermanence.
“I’m the water that will wear this down,
the erosion that will drip him into cracks and crevices to lay with me.”

He’s always seen her in slates and blues and the whites and colds, untouchable,
those freezing blue eyes, they glow against white mountain peaks.
Which shade, what depth, where is her blue?
It’s in the sky, he’s sure.
He lays in the snow and wonders at the composition of atmosphere in her eyes.
Which element is blue?
 

She sees him as warm, golds, browns, the earth. Rounded pans, dipped into rivers, searching for
arched eyebrows
rounding his eyes swill gold, gold, gold.
Gold in a round pan as though a gem from a river could compete.
She’s desperate to press her breasts to his dirt-chest.
Desperate to cover herself in his mud,
to melt soft and fecund against him.

 And he, he wants her to freeze his heart still, in the chill of a winter silhouette.

She is soft curves, fleshy, loose.

He can fall into her heart, shatter it with his strength.

She is endless feathery down,
          compassion,
             love,
           love,
         love.
       The fiercest, most powerful of love,
the love that stops your breath
 
 
subzero frozen love.

 Love, so he risks it, swings in her hair like a breeze.
                                                                 
And she,
she climbs
his edges
and bites into his rock,a saw tooth, grinding through him,
crunching him between her teeth,
she can’t get enough of his hard lines and edges.
But his eyes are round
contrasted with his gaze
razor sharp,
so sharp she wonders
if he might use his gaze to cut rocks.

 
His eyes cut the flagstone art garden. All at once, she knows this.
His will is that powerful.

 Together, they locked, minerals heated and cooled until they locked.
But he in his power,
he looked at the world and did not accept that rocks lie flat.
He picked up the heaviest parts of the earth and hung them for her,
Made her an art garden of his strength and sound
iron wrapped around them for the cold.

 She peers at this new garden’s threshold.
Her curiosity sneaking, wends its way through the artful garden,
understands.
It needs something.
Something...
She snaps a finger, searching for the thing.
She has it.
She summons geodes in gold for him,
something to crown this and mark it his kingdom,
his, his his,
so powerful, so heavy.
He could stand at the entrance to the world
Command it “up” and wave a sceptor
and she'd fall,
take him in her mouth, begging for more.

 
 She wishes his teeth could cut through her, rip her into the shreds she feels like,
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    a
        g
           g
               e
                  d
                         edges
                                    in his hands
“Form me into something,” her impossible eyes beg.

 She lays languid and spent, yearning to be strips of ripped cloth drying across his flagstones, draped and drenched.


He can swim in her,she will flow across his life,
her waters move his arms, twist his body
large,                  long,                                      fluid                                                            motion,
treading viscous against his worked muscles,
she flooshes her arms around him,
pulls him under.
The weight of her azure gaze could drown him, he knows.
He understands nymphs and sirens when she looks at him like that.
It’s a look thick enough with powerful love, it could drown a man.


His gold, gold gold warms her though and she doesn’t draw him under.
She sends a wave up on his shore,
laps his thighs.
 
Says,
we’ll be, we will:  later, more; later, more; ebb, flow; later more.

Until then, divvy up the world. You give me the rocks,
I'll give you the sky.