Moonlight Sonata.

Her naked flesh was like New York snow in the pale moonlight. Such an innocent notion yet with a polluted background so inexplicably foul it seemed not to be true, yet in this moment i could not care less, for the beauty of her was so overwhelming that i could hardly breathe. Her hair quivered gently in the cold breeze dancing across the waves and i saw her body tremble as her dainty arms clasped themselves across her bare breasts. An inaudible sigh escaped my lips but she looked up anyway, as if it had caught her attention. The glistening emeralds of her eyes bored into the back of my mind. Piercing my soul as an infant pops a balloon.

Timidly, she let a small smile creep across her face, making minute shadows where her dimples sat. Feeling unashamed, i let my eyes travel over her body. Saw how the moonlight played down her neck and across her hips, leaving stark white patches scattered across her torso. A chessboard. A chessboard that had me in an inescapable checkmate.

Gentle ripples began to lap against my legs and i glanced up to see her wading towards me with such grace, such ghost like finesse that it was all i could do to clench my fists to my side and let the insanity overcome me for just a moment. Then she was there. Standing in front of me. Her button nose resting against my lips. Time passes, like in any instance time passed in that moment. How much time i do not know. The only thing that could be extracted form the turmoil of emotion in my head was that it was the most beautiful moment in my life. However, nothing could compare to what happened next.

Her frozen hands gripped my wrists as she pulled me down to her. Our lips met. My heart soared through my body and into her mouth. It belonged to her, entirely and truly. There was not a single doubt in my mind that suggested i felt otherwise. And, as our mouth whispered together like the flight of moths in the nightime, she whispered against my lips the only cliche that i could bear to hear forming on her crystal cherry lips,
"I love you."
The epitamy of all loss, desperation, death, could not dampen the chaos of lust and love spiralling confusingly in my stomach. Could not slow the rampent beating of the hummingbirds wings in my ribcage. Could not stop me from replying with a voice rough with desire,
"Mon coeur est avec toi"
Uncertain about whether the end of my sentence was heard over the sound of her quiet gentle laughter I rested my hands on her hips a pulled her against me. Her bell-like laughter trailed away as she leaned into me and sighed. Her breath swept into my open mouth and stunned me into absolute stillness. She tasted like the sweet air after a manic storm, the peace and stillness of a stillborn child, the tears of joy at new life. In that single second i realised that all i wanted to do was stand and hold her to me, with her lips pressed to mine in an unspoken embrace. Anything more would risk hurting her and i would rather fate took my life than see a single tear fall from those eyes the size of baby worlds. Her hands traced across my back leaving blazing fires in their path. Timeless fires. Earthquake fires that will never be understood but the magnitude of such greatness always be appreciated. Unbeknown to me the sky had begun to turn a delicate shade of pink as the sun rose inconspicuously over the horizon. A ship black as the oil it carried was silhouetted in the light. Our lips parted but our foreheads rested against each other. I knew the ominous moment was nigh. The moment when she left me. Unable to bear the thought of losing cotact with her i distracted myself by taking in her smell. The sweet hint of fruit, the sharp pang of tea tree oil and the smooth, yet herbal essence, of fresh lavender.

Suddenly, she was gone. Ripped away from me. I watched her splashing through the waves and was certain that the sound of my heart shattering into a thousand stained glass pieces was echoing through the sapce between us. The space that was ever growing. Droplets of water sparkled and glistened as they were tossed into the air around her. Rainbows and spectrums curving around her shape like a halo of beauty. Tears pricked my eyes as i saw her pick up her clothes from the shore and dance away from me. Still shining with water. She floated away. Walking only on her tiptoes, looking much to me like a tiny pixie. The last precious glimpse i had of her was the wind tussling her hair, her pronounced jaw uncovered.

New york snow. So pure, yet so polluted and wrong, but still children insist on playing with it. Relentless in their joyous state of mind.