Romeo

Yasmeen whirls a gust of snow flurries behind petrified trees; I am discussing fantasy with a wolf pup. Our guardian spoke of warriors buried underneath the wooden pillars. Their bodies formed stone branches for pure white doves; I suppose they are camouflaged amongst whiteness of forever winter. Every other cycle, a reformation swings sunshine through a crack of thunder willowing blades of immature grass.

"Meena chose the darkest of night to read from a book she found underneath Enoch's supply station; I will not ask him why he hid it."

Romeo lays on his back with his paws inside my hands; his tufts fluff whenever he hears my voice.

"Where is Juliet?"

A woman sits at my side; she is a wolf. Her nose is charcoal amongst black streaks of crow feathers sliding alongside crystal orbs filled with storm clouds; she regrets to inform me her child is asunder. She will listen in his place.

"Do you know the story?"

Our world is a bleak gray. We both acknowledge an oncoming blizzard will separate us; they must move for protection.

"You may stay in the guest house; Enoch does not go near. He speaks of ghosts. What are they?"

"You want to know where he is at?"

"Do you always appear from desolation?"

"That's why they call me Ice."

"There are other reasons."

"Such as..."

"Ice pervades your existence."

"How so?"

"You are a frozen man."

"People are angry at you."

"I know..."

"I don't care what you did."

"Neither do I."

"We need you to cooperate."

"What is it about me they are after?"

"Your appearance and persona."

"They are after me in general."

"And everyone you love."

"What do I need to do..."

"What we need to do."

"What is that?"

"Keep it real."

Mighty calls for me from a distance...

"I'm coming mouse!"

"Who are you talking to?"

"My friend...."

"Girl we need to do this quickly."

Yasmeen introduces me to a mysterious coffee bean drizzled with banana cream; his whiskers tickle my feet.

"What is he?"

"He is a snow cat."

"He's a kitten; what is his name?"

"Lo..."

"Nadia anticipates you..."

"You are our messenger?"

"I am speaking for her speechlessness."

"What did she look like?"

His eagerness satisfies me; I desire him to be with her for eternity.

"She desires....."

"Yes....."

Chamber doors sigh from fingers circulating crimson alike.

"Mocha Creme...."

Dragon scales perk a trance of excitement; his eyes foretell an endless romance.

"I will apologize to you this once."

"Do not apologize; save it for when you actually feel bad."

"When will that be?"

"Dude I'm sorry!"

"No fuck that!"

"I don't know what the fuck I was doing!"

"I do!"

"You already said that my dear. Will you always be this enthusiastic for your husband?"

Enoch explains in segments of silent smiles how we came to know him. Neither of us pay much attention to his words rather expression. We adore him; nonetheless somebody is listening while we explore that which interests his interests.

"What do you tell them?"

"Oh this and that."

"What will you do when they ask for them back?"

"They are not things for taking."

"They must be curious of likeness."

"That is why they must hide."

"What do you mean?"

"The doctors told me there are many who look the same."

"No!"

"I know which ones they are."

"We all do. Nobody looks as they do."

"It will be suffering for them if they find out."

"How will they find out?"

"That will be their suffering."

Lo is preening Romeo while we secretly watch with a crow feather and an angel's torch. They are awaiting our entrance; their attire is fluff and whiff.

"What are you doing Nadia?"

"He's coming!"

"He's right behind me."

Dragons are fair beings to behold regardless of attire however torn garments from wrestling bloody opponents delves deeper.

"You are unaware of how beautiful you are however I will be your awareness. You are my eyes."

Acceptance is the color red flowing in between the seams of man.

"Soma, do you know?"

"What do I know?"

"I desire him for eternity."

"That I do not know; that I can feel."

Enoch is indistinguishable from a blizzard prior to which he admitted this mischievous weather is an experience we know much too well. We look for him everywhere only to find disappointment and sadness. Our grief ends in self denial.

"We cannot lose him."

"We owe him our existence!"

"You do not notice how white my hair has become?"

"You do not notice you have not aged at all."

Tragedy is an emotion; this I discovered. We will share; the contribution is clear.

"What is he like?"

"He's just like you."

"How do you know me?"

"I guess I'm frozen with you."

"What does Brad want from us?"

"He's the middle man."

"What are you?"

"The dealer."

My dragon is wearing a full black leather garment zipped to his neck, jointed wires fall from below the waist into a hoop of darkness; he is damned fashion. Our dream is fragrant of lavender and jasmine while we both spend a moment intertwining a forsaken spiral of desire. Deconstruction will gather us for show; we will not act as if we do not know however whomever wishes for such is unknown. Naivete is a strict master and a sorrowful whipping.

"Diesel when you say you always wanted to be a bat..."

"Yeah....."

"For real?"

"My one and only desire for my self."

"Why....."

"Nothing harms them."

"How....."

"They understand how it works."

"What if we do not?"

"We just got to let them do their thing."

"What will become of us?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Why....."

"Our desire is their desire. We will be one for what we got do."

"What if we can't hold it together?"

"Then everything will fall apart."

We cry in agony; our voices are loud. Fear, sorrow, regret, confusion, worry, loneliness, spite, prejudice, terror, the violence these beget, drowns us in a river of blood.