For donnaidh_sidhe.
I saw a woman this weekend, wrapped in lace, corset and stockings, invited by a Wanderer to join in our revelries.
When she danced, she was a whirl of blood, jet and cream. Skin like silk and pure marble, hair the colour of oak, eyes of cinnamon, lips like a promise. She was a defiant declaration of beauty, an answer to the Greek Question, dancing beneath the sodium light of a Saturday night in America.
She was graceful, powerful, beautiful.
She reminded me of you.