Walking through the flowing meadow of her mental seclusion, soothed by the tepidness of his voice, her surroundings fade, blurring the realms of inward and outward.
His deceiving warmth envelops her, his muse, like a warm bath, dissolving her inward defenses. A hypnotizing serenity overcomes her being. Slowly, steadily, one by one, she willfully abandons each armament.
Her consciousness lulls falsely into a slumber, allowing her thoughts to skip as smooth stones along a tranquil pond.
Each bounce conceives revelations rippling slowly outward, skating as on ice, growing larger and larger until they reverberate into words, floating innocently out of the clouds of her body to his unsuspecting ears.
The cadence of his voice falters disrupting her reverie and swiftly awakening the sentries back to their ramparts.
Is he now aware of the thoughts that had unknowingly shaped her words? The previously unassailable fortress is porous to his fluidity.
Where others feebly attempt to siege her walls, he ebbs and flows like a moat around her castle, concealing his transit as he seeps inside her to surround her inner keep.
The impending breach grips her with suspense, surpassed only by the vulnerable peril she now feels. Despairing the destruction of everything she once knew, she has unwittingly turned herself over to his devices.
As her anticipation reaches its apex and doom dawns on the horizon, a sound emerges as if from another world.
Slowly, steadily, the melody of her life continues in the background, simultaneously culminating as if swells from an implacable sea, crashing each time she is nearly consumed by him.
To her disbelief, he simply observes her, keenly aware of her vulnerability and the growing tumult of the sea. The tide shifts subtly, and he withdraws carefully knowing his tepidness has threatened to escalate to a torrid and unsatisfying assault.
Despite the increasing abyss between them, something ethereal swells up inside him, radiating outwardly with a warm glow and melting her last defense, albeit from afar.
For now, the vast sea of her past and his comforting shore are safely apart, while small waves indiscernibly lap his infinite grains of sand.
But as she gazes ahead, rocky cliffs appear out of the mist and she hears a building dissonance. Sea and land clash tempestuously, his steadfast presence tested by the unrelenting waves of the past.
Beguiling, though she may have been; now beguiling she may yet be. Is it really that his warmth cautiously penetrated and consumed her? Or, did she allow the mortar of her barricades to weaken imperceptibly inviting him in?
It is a melancholy game of cat and mouse, an alluring trap beckoning both to an end that neither can possibly know.
Dusk falls and the tides come and go erasing her footsteps and clouding his memory of the day past.
Uncertainty corrupts his judgment and suspicion invades the beautiful repose, forcing them both to unceasingly raise the stakes of the game with each interaction.
Will the continuing crescendo finally subside or is there an unbounded instrument orchestrating the game? Each of them ruminates as time marches on in a gentle rhythm.