Shadows and Dust.

[_fallen_muse_]

Your face, as no other face,
Populates remembered dreams.
Your arms, as no other place:
Landscape to remembered dreams.
Your heart, as no other heart.
Your eyes, as no other eyes,
In you each dream must start.
With you the real world dies
And my life thereafter lies
Only in remembered dreams.It’s odd y’know, how a man can be incinerated,

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[_fallen_muse_]

Course I knew she’d tack on a soddin ‘but’ there somewhere, she always has to get the last word, and I always let her cos we’d both be going on for hours. I can be just as stubborn and brick- headed as she can, when I feel like it.

“last goin away present I gave ya was Mister Gordo, and he was already yours, you did remember to take him like I told ya too right?”

See it doesn’t make sense to me how she didn’t know I was gonna die, despite me givin her the pig and tellin her to put him somewhere safe, or in her pocket or whatever. Cos clearly I knew sommin was gonna happen to Sunnyhole, even I didn know that at the time, jus occurred to be she should keep the scruffy lil guy safe y’know? I know how much she loves the lil piggy.

God above she was doin it again, the shy stuff, she knows how hot that gets me, and then the scent hits me, she’s turned on, mmm how I could just bsk in her scent that way for hours, it makes my mouth water, and my hand squeeze hers as soon as its in place. Her hand in mine, right where it belongs.

“Mine. I’m not daft enough to believe yer in Cleveland all by yer lonesome, which means if I went with you, I’d have to try an answer fifty or more questions that I dunno the answers to. Rather keep the reunion simple, an private for now, jus me n’you.”

Is that selfish of me? To not let the others know I’m back? I know I’d have never much given a crap about it in the old days but some of the gang I did honestly like. Nibblet a’course, lil’tree, Anya. I mean granted they backstabbed Buffy, all of ‘em which I’d gladly smack ‘em all about fer but I still did like ‘em, somewhat.

The cool night air greets us outside, and almost with a chuckle I think what I would usually have done at this point. Which woulda been to spark one up, but I didn smoke anymore, didn even get pangs fer one. Its amazin really, I’d found the perfect and most successful method’a quittin ever. I coulda sold it to stop-smokin clinics.

But incineratin someone from the inside out, to cure smokin… it’d probably get frowned at.