Kevinya

"We do not look as others do; this will be obvious if roles are placated within the world they roam."

She is brilliance of every man's handsomeness; her white collarless hidden button under leaflet full length shirt cuffs out of her single breasted black with silk panels brushing lightly over a polished veneer table. I admire her laid back eyes as dark orbs enlarge enthused by intense red streams of herbal pollen; she is talking quickly amongst spurts of intellectuality. Leaning against the table she is still unable to reach; I edge a closer slide through the smooth crimson bench we are seated to straighten her elongated back erecting lean yet stern shoulders. A kiss is ready for my cheek; I press my cools hands alongside her face and shake my head. Somebody is watching nevertheless I am with Kevinya; we do not kiss.

"Are you listening to me?"

Of course I am! Just because you are gorgeous I will not become a silent admirer mouthing sweet nothings in an attempt to keep you.

"Mmmmm...hhhmmm......"

"Medusa was mistaken for snakes but she has luscious curls instead."

My twin preened me prior to being here; he is meticulous about my hair especially for this occasion.

"You are meeting with..."

"Kevinya..."

"What is she like?"

"Good looking..."

"Is that all you know?"

"Uh huh...."

"Make sure to gesture sounds closely relating yes or no."

"Mmmm...hmmm..."

"Good and for no?"

"Uh....."

"Shake your head for me."

"Which way?"

His fingers form the handle of a sword around my chin with a polite swing left to right.

"Oh..."

"I cannot recall ever seeing you like this before."

"I would sigh but I am much too proud."

"When you approach the destination you must look about as if you are unaware of her presence."

"I do not believe that is possible..."

"I do not either but try."

I tried...

White gloves spaced with bare knuckles and tips of fingers delicately place their numbers inside my spirals; I cannot recall what he directly specified before I left. This is extremely vital for my display of distant tentativeness.

"You were not thinking of anything were you?"

Damn you...

"We will all suffer a great deal; do you understand?"

"I do..."

"You may now............I wonder how long I stood behind this book while you kissed!"

Not long enough...

"Here is the ring."

"Is this a picture or a dream?"

"What if it was both?"

"I will despise you immensely..."

She sips from a glass optimistic of gin and tonic; I lose myself inside water with a lemon hanging onto a rim of desperation.

"We will be disorientated immensely unless we are able to break through the despondency."

Bronze liquor leaves a hint of pink on her lips while her cheeks flush from grief. I am unable to respond; she is discourse of a dragon.

"They will separate and spread us throughout an unfamiliar area."

"Oh..."

"I will look for you."

"Mmmm....hmmm......"

"I will find you."

How......?

"You are quite noticeable."

Nobody can imitate this woman before me; she is the individuality of compliments. I wonder if she will do anything to find me.

"I will do anything to find you except for one thing."

You can jeopardize the situation if you please; I am sure placation is disposable.

"I will not jeopardize the situation of placation by disposing of anyone."

Damn exactly what I was thinking; how does she do it?

"I know that is what you were thinking."

Must of been the look in my eyes.

"The look in your eyes tells me all."

What was it he asked of me? He was impervious to lock his guidance into my movement.

"I will not take you away either."

And why not?

"I refuse to endanger you further."

What if I am to rescue you in this manner?

"Let me suffer..."

I refuse...

"Even if you know of my distress you must be patient."

Where am I?

"Why are you shaking your head?"

How am I suddenly unavailable at this location? Our visitation is homage to native mentality; I should know exactly where I am but this moment I do not.

"I will think of you."

If you remember me.