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Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 7Part 7
I should bring Scott up to speed, but I need to keep up the ruse so he doesn't get upset that I didn't say something sooner.
Nathan wondered if Raphael would be as good at detecting lies and deception as Alton, and hoped he wasn't. Otherwise, this was going to get very awkward very quickly.
"Um..." the writer mumbled, trying to look confused. He'd have to play this out if it was going to be believable. "No...?"
The angel frowned, as if he hadn't expected that answer at all, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh?" He stared, and Nathan shrugged, hoping to throw him off. He turned to his coworker, using Scott's genuine confusion to compliment his act. Scott shook his head too, having no idea what they were talking about. Raphael sighed, cleared his throat and pulled a pair of glasses out of his pocket. "Well, then I suppose we should start seeing about your head..."
Nathan went through the examination as normal, answering a few questions about pain and dizziness. Scott sa
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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