iridescent_soul once again And she burned in the early morning light with that subtle orange color. Shining and dangerous, to beautiful and bright too look at. And he watched from the cool dark not daring to reach for her. She became his antithesis and he gloried in all that she was and all he were not. She rewrote his name until unreason erased the memory of what he might be. She lay still and unmoving in that blank comprehension he knew so well, listening to the thunderstorms of his breathing. And she breathed in the scent of her name on his lips, the absinthian honey of that whispered prayer. And here in this moment, her soul, swirling in and out of color and just beyond the bounds of reality, burns with an iridescent flame that knows no limits. 040806 what's it to you? who go blather from