She repeated the words over & over until they transposed & transmuted into new words, much like folded origami birds, feathering into flights of musical colors. When she erased the words from her incantations, they burned like the ache of morphine, hovering over her like lost ghosts, gasping for air.
Between sips of hard- liquored spirits, she was afraid when she looked into his glassy eyes she would be awash in the blue layers of his consciousness. He was a Jungian, having the sublime powers of mesmerism & foresight & she thought she would never be able to forget him.
III. Angel Wings
A woman sang silk arias in a circle of burning candles. He sketched her draped marble body nude. Later, while drinking at a bar, he feathered wings around her, scorching himself with the flame of her lingering breath.