450words jennifer A child's voice on the radio. Smooth blue glass in the sand. Songs full of birds. A touch of darkness that cannot be seen. An answering touch of living fingers. Christopher lies dreaming. His dream is spelled out in crystal blue letters that hang like ornaments in the wet sky. He stands in the limitless grass, a walking stick in his right hand. His chest is a mirror, a mirror for both sight and touch. His eyes become the things they see. She stands in the middle distance, a rainbow between her hands. She wears no shoes. Her feet touch the ground. Her feet move softly in the ground. He sees, he becomes, her feet, feels the earth upon them, feels the earth between them. He removes his shoes, and they vanish like a lifting fog. His feet touch the ground. She smiles and steps toward him, and the tiny bluebells in the grass shiver with every step she takes. She removes her blouse, and watches, laughing, as it crumbles into the grass. He sees it go, and feels the warm sun on her breasts. He removes his shirt, and lets it drift away into the sky, and now she gazes at him with open mouth, gazing into the mirror of his smooth body. She runs, now, the grass pushing her along in great waves of bluebell- surf, ever faster towards him, and stops just short of him, and touches his chest. And Christopher knows that she can feel it, can feel the warmth of her fingers on his skin, can feel the shiver that runs through him. And her hands reach for him, and caress him, and he reaches around her, and he takes her in his arms, and they lie down in the great bottomless ocean of bluebell- grass, and as their bodies blur together in a delicious song of touch he kisses her, long and deep, tasting of her like a man who has never before seen color would taste a sunrise. And he feels her hands at work between his legs, feels his last clothes evaporate in the sun, gazes on the unpainted landscapes of her body. With a hungry gasp she welcomes his lips as they travel the length of her, her every sensation his own, and as they come to her sex she sings a strange song in a language he has never heard. Still he knows the song is about him, and about his dream. And as that knowledge breaks over him, he feels himself separating, falling back, losing her; feels himself falling endlessly into the sky. A song full of tears. A song ending. A man's voice on the radio. Christopher wakes. ~unknown 010215 what's it to you? who go blather from