His heart is like an archer aiming precisely and hitting the bullseye because he must every time. Like a flickering flame growing intense, then shrinking soft. Like a scandalous joke he made speaking freely to the crowd meant only for you to understand. He magnifies the energy of the masses and ignites the world around him. An optimistic skip and twirl through life, singing in the thrift store as if he's alone in the Austrian hills. A smile larger than life before your eyes, but you're beguiled by the fire in his, as they're always pointed toward his future as he focuses acutely on the never-ending To-Do list that sustains his purpose. You yearn to appear in this vision, if only you can keep up with his pace. He's miles away as he remains weightless with childlike honesty, and is careful never to go deep. Like a magician with a skilled hand deviating from his scars and paper skin. It's not a trick, despite how whimsical... it's and avoidance. He will keep his aggressive passions from bursting out of him until he finds safety in some faraway land, or elusive creature, or escape, or never. They are dying to break free and often slip out, teasing you, who's close enough to feel the vigorous timpani pounding in his chest. He says it's nothing but you hear it like a secret language he's still learning.
Her heart is like a mother to all and to none. Like the regal Queen of Karma secure in her role to serve idiosyncratic justice to each subject that crosses her path. Like the Monarch you realized you would die for once you had a taste of her guidance. She sets elite standards for her kingdom according to her philosophy alone. She embodies the balance of elegant intensity with the underestimated power of her feminine heel step into the room. Click clack click clack to the very rhythm your heart beats and breaks for her. With irresistible elevation she appears to glide in gentle grace the soft click clack now pulsing throughout your body until her speech, like a booming lullaby, emboldens you to build your own castle. One with nature, her spirit only appears to be above all but she is planted in the soil nurturing the greenery and grubs alike. She listens to every word you speak with a raised brow. She forms an opinion, tucks it away in her garden, nods, and tells you that she understands. On your knees before her, cowering, you wait with bated breath your tongue leaking of anticipation, melting, into a puddle for her validation. The validation. She floats down from the illusory throne to your ground meeting your widened eyes with her global gaze of ocean and terrain She will untuck her opinion the moment you're ready to hear because she can't allow you to pass her by without giving you the gift of gold; a nugget of her wisdom and the warmth of her mother-earthen embrace.
A love story inspired by The Zodiaco Collection by feminist poet, Brooke Solis.
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Eternal Metamorphosis 