Ma luciole

Her curve mapped onto the bends of the spine shaped chair, as she wrapped her legs around in a lotus pose. She has begun to read the little picture dictionary he got her, but her mind invariably floated up and settled around him. Looking at him askance she couldn't tell if his eyes were in his book, as he sat on the bed leaning against the scribbled headboard. 'Hmm', she thought, 'perhaps if i sound out the words, i could keep my mind still'.

But words found life in the pronounced sounds and the sounds started to float up with the mind, this time twirling around him in a gleeful dance. And then she knew why.

He was looking at her all this time. Oddly enough she remembered her dream of the glass wall and the cafe. But it was not a half-smile. He was smiling at her.

Like sunlight through a rain-touched cloud, she felt him stirring within her. Like the petals of a blossoming desert flower, like the roots of a sinuous willow it kept on erupting; soaring, rising, rupturing flight of minds, colliding at once.

She smiled at him. She knew he was now free.

Her beautiful firefly.