"Let me hold your hands", I wish. Silly, mortal dream; one might say.
When the angel speaks up, i have a hard time settling down. Did she really mean it?! I hope so.
Dreams run wild, in my mind - the brain has no role to play.
My hands reach out to her shoulders, caressing all the way up. I hold up her face to feel the petal in my palms. I run my fingers through her hair, mildly massaging her scalp.
The sculpture comes to life, quite unexpectedly.
I was thinking of punishment but she asks for the prize. How can I resist her? The Angel has started talking, long hours, in her own inimitable, innocent way. Let her do the talking and I'll move on with my sculpting.
There's more work to be done. The task is quite challenging!
But it takes two to tango..!!
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