Her Lips

She fell naked upon the wholeness of her words, harsh and bitter like the winter cold creeping through the cracks of his heart. With snake-like eyes and venom she attacked him. His exposed weakness was unable to withstand her; he cowered beneath his mortality. Why had the fair youth treated him so?  Was it his fault her dreams had fallen into lust and ambition? He had tried to save her, relieve her of her own sinful nature. He had failed her. With the warmth of cooling blood that now ran freely from his cheek he grabbed her daggered hands and pulled her close. His spirit tangled with hers for only a second and with the smooth ever-lasting embrace she fell silent. Her eyes, once filled with a hollow hatred, now grieved and with each blink a new crystal fell humbly onto the earth. He pressed his hand up to her face, gently brushing back the long brown locks that lay dormant. She smiled at him and he back at her. The silence was good and he knew all was well as he carefully kissed her lips.