Page 68 of Into the Heartless Wood
in his eyes
he does not wish to.
Tears slide down his cheeks and
my
heart
hurts.
I stare at him
one moment more
and then I bend
my face to his
and touch his lips with mine.
They are warm
and soft
and taste of tears.
The fight
goes out of him.
Beyond the concealing branches, my sisters’ song slowly fades.
But I do not take my mouth from his.
He looks at me
with emotions
I have no name for.
He lifts one hand
to stroke my hair,
to caress
my cheek.
He traces
the curve of my neck
with gentle fingers.
I take my hands from his ears and see
I have been
