I Smoke, & Then I Write Things

Thank you, kind sea

For taking the time

To find some Peace with me.

Love, Countess

He dipped his paint brush, and she felt herself panic at the thought of him destroying such a wonderful masterpiece. She caught his wrist and he caught her eye and he stopped.

“What?” He asked.

“Honey. This is the most beautiful shade of night you have ever made. Don’t. It’s perfect as it is.” She said quietly.

“Do you trust me?” He asked her seriously.

She thought about all that he had ever provided for her over the course of the very long timeline. She thought about how he wove himself deep into everything that was her and made everything about her burst with life. She thought about everything that her precious Time had given her, and couldn’t help but smile.

“Of course, my love.”

Time kissed his sweet Terra hard on the mouth before he took his loaded brush and pelted the most perfect night with a light dusting of stardust with a quick flick of his wrist.

Earth closed her eyes, and let her riverbanks flood, and let her ocean waves crest. She let all the clouds around her head evaporate into heavy rain before she felt his reassuring hand on the back of her neck.

“Don’t cry, beautiful.”

“It’s to perfect for me to even look at.” She said, casting her eyes to the cosmos, and taking in all that was his creation.

“It’s for you. You are worth all the heaven that is in me,” he whispered in her hair.

“Thank you, love.” She said, smiling at the sky.

Countess

Cobalt was her eyes when I felt the love run up my spine.

Mauve was the dress, on which she spilt red wine.

Sangria was her lips, the taste of which divine.

Indigo was the sky,the night I made her mine.

Navy was her aura and surprisingly she shined.

Pensive Orchid, drink my memories- let her colors combine.