It is, an interaction

easy riding the night, I found her waiting, not for myself, but for my witness to turn it’s head inward.

“are you ready?” I heard her say.

…

“I didn’t say anything,” she spoke loudly at me,

her voice wrapping over and under me,

tied in her silks,

“I didn’t speak, you spoke, I am your echo.”

her face met his, a hairs breath away.

her heat raptured like smoke,

roasting a pheasant.

Ego didn’t know her,

he didn’t know her,

he was afraid.

The night came after her,

darker than the two of them,

a thin silver light,

a bright sun hidden distantly behind.

“you two,

enough taunting,

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