Cornered Thoughts

I was somewhere between awake & asleep when I found her. Or rather she found me. Underneath a maple tree I sat, my blade caressing the bark before me. I slowly burrowed my way to it's sweet core just as my daydreams burrowed lines into my cheeks as it's nectar finally ran freely. I cupped my hand and brought it to my lips just as the sound of crackling leaves reached my ears. My locs coiled behind my ears and blanketed my face with a quick swipe of my hand. Shielding me from the sun & whover it was nearing me. With a hiss my roots traced calming circles against my shoulder blades and temple. Locs raveling and unraveling with warning and a wariness certainly felt by the now slowing steps at my right side."Are you Medusa?"; the voice rang a sweeter sound than the maple coating my fingers yet still I tensed.

"Aye I am, & who are you?"

"Not someone you need to shy away from" honey dripped from the lips parted in front of my veiled face. I slightly raised my eyes to find sharp cheekbones and plump lips easing into a smile. I flinched noticeably as her hand reached out towards my face just as her name fell upon my ears. "Lilith I am, but who I'll be to you is yet undetermined. But I hope to be a friend not the foe you fear I am."

As she spoke my locs wrapped around your hand following the descension of your satin skin again my eyelashes. It wasn't until I blinked that I noticed she'd successfully moved my hair from my eyes. And to more of a surprise she was left unscathed.

"I've come to save you from the ignorance of man. They fear you for they don't understand you. I've heard whispers of how they wish to conquer the ****** who visits the trees."

"Why do you wish to save me Lilith ? What value does my life add to yours?

Oh sweet darling I get the value of that which you value. The knowledge the snakes around your crown guard. Let me hear that which the others are deaf to. I seek to learn you just as I yearn for you.

Yearn for me? What even do you know of me?

I've read the poems you've scattered across the lands. Your figurative and literal form are beautiful in a way words fall short to explain.

Even the stone they say I turn them to? Is that beautiful to you?!

Yes Medusa, I find that beautiful as well. For whatever man you've turned to stone I know in my spirit it was a just turn of events.

I don't know that I trust you but even so no one has ever wished for my trust so I'll give you a mustard seed of good faith. For your voice is sweet like the nectar of this tree so maybe your soul is as well.

I will stand with you or walk alongside you rather to see what merit there is to your words.

Even your response is poetry. Come my muse.

I gingerly take her outstretched hand letting her pull me towards her and onto my feet.

If only I knew the true lengths which we'd travel somewhere between heaven and hell.. Then and now..

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