he stares at me in school with geniune sparkling eyes. i wonder, is this look filled with love? he smiles oh so softly and converses with me about the littlest of things yet his kindness overwhelms me. so big, so tall, so kind. i want to feel the warm embrace of his hugs and sweet words as they assure me im a special one of his. but this is all a lie. only if he could actually love me instead of tease me with his great gentleness. he treats everyone this way. im not special. i was a fool to think i ever was or ever am. i know the truth yet i still walk at a dignified pace into my path of heartbreak. my temptation.

When two become one and one transforms does the coupling end as well?

Deer companion pondered that nightly since ancient deer had turned into oblivion. At first she went to the cattails and pulled a few to get at the pulpy sweetness near the base. She laid it down after feasting on a cylinderical stalk. The next day she would return to feast on the crinkly dried leaflets of cattails.

In the evenings she would lay curled up in the last spot ancient deer had slept. In twilight sleep she would take her well formed neck and caress the air like ancient deer was still present then settle into sleep. Companion deer would linger in all the last spots ancient deer had stood once awakening as if memorizing every precious moment of interaction in their last days together.

By and large it had been pleasant with deep conversations with deer friends. In the following weeks she visited each and every deer who had helped attend to needs of those nature to collect those memories, those stories made in body language, and those last c ommunings.

One morning she arose and ran to where new poppies had arose and instead of eating the petals she held them in her mouth. In a slow gracious senuous walk she would meander back to where he left her on the stream shores. Instead of entering the waters she simply dropped the flowers and watched as they floated down nearly the same path that ancient deer did walk.

A few weeks later she paired with an ancient female deer who had lost her male companion. Together they ventured forth into new territories. Another deer offered an excursion into a land called tejas where the deer had less spots and sported browner coats and deep passions.

The ancient female deer has been a stellar flyer in earlier decades and had made global deer friends. One group had formed a colony in a set of grapevines.

Those humans who smile lightly at my ever fluctuating and endless knowledge of pain and time. To view me as a blessing for this nature and my faint hints of guidance. Am I truly that heaven-sent creature you percieve me as? Simply because a human is unlikely to dictate such an essence does not mean one is so holy. To know such foul inherent actions like the back of your hand is merely hell. The innocence of humanity is the most adorable gullibility yet.