Blue Angel ..... 9Aug06


even in the twilight I could see that her makeup had faded away,

clinging only to the edges of her cheekbones, the corners of her eyes, and the rim of her lips--

like a paled silhouette of what had enchanted him in lieu of the witching hour.

his blue angel

contorted but not defeated--

torn--but steadfast--

frank desire overpowering her faded features

illuminated now by starlight--

drawn in by the twinkle of her eyes

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