She dabbles her fingers
in his dreams – leaves
silvery smears on every
surface – trails his desires
behind her, like a
fox-tail robe. She smiles
the way a cat yawns,
unconscious of teeth,
no malice, nothing
personal, just that need
to toy a little.
A quadrille for De at dVerse. Our word is “dabble”
Sarah writes poems 
I love the presence of this character, Sarah, leaving her traces everywhere, even in his dreams, and trailing his desires ‘behind her, like a fox-tail robe’. And the need to toy a little – she’s a bit of a predator.
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A beautiful quadrille, Sarah…
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She sounds like a heartless creature and like that doesn’t bother her one little bit!
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Okay, this line is simply brilliant, and will stick with me awhile:
“She smiles
the way a cat yawns,
unconscious of teeth”
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Love those “silvery smears”.
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I love this… you made me want to be a toy actually.
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This is absolutely mesmerizing, Sarah! 😀 I so love the idea of “dabbling fingers in his dreams.”💝💝
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