HIDER

Sun beams float through the sheer curtains of the bedroom window.They are on the bed. And she is sitting on her hard metallic body. Her body wears only a pair of thin cotton orchid colored boxer shorts. Her small breasts cling to her metal chest, as if they know they are unrecognized and at some times even unwanted by her. Her steel legs stretching the length of the bed are still. From atop her she looks down into her stained glass eyes, and she sees nothing realistic, only what she might dream in euphoric dreams. She is amazed at the simplicity of the happiness her prescence, her touch, her submission, her intrigue gives, and almost can't believe it. When all of her is gone she probably won't believe it ever existed. Her still, lying metallic body begins to warm beneath she whom doesn't understand her. It is emotion that is warming her body, hot seething emotion coarses throughout her metallic body.Her aluminum hands suddenly raise to cover her face, like a child playing a game. Except her act is not a playful one.
She becomes frustrated with her hiding. "Uncover your beautiful face!", she says through clenched teeth, teeth clenched by anger's muscles. Her hands press tighter to her face, anticipating what would happen next.
She grabs the wrists of her alloyed arms, and pulls. "Stop being stupid!" she yells stiflingly down at her hidden face. She can't pry the aluminum fingers from her face. She begins to scratch at her alloyed arms. "Stop hiding from me!" she screams, finally projecting her full frustration. Her blown glass heart continues its steady beating.
She beats down on her metal chest."Let me in", she says not raising her voice this time, this time she's pleading.
This time the demand is sad to her, because her self wants to allow her aluminum hands to open and reveal her stained glass eyes, through which she can see her blown glass heart. Her self wants to, but a dilemna arises. The dilemna being that her self does not know how to explain her blown glass heart.
Many times,simply for the thrill, her metallic body has braved the rugged apocalyptic terrain of love with a formidable partner, and returned alone, blown glass heart in tact. It is believed by her that her blown glass heart remains undamaged, unbroken because her self keeps hidden her abstruse blown glass heart, and presents only her metallic exterior and delightful sparks to others. And here is she, looking past her shiny metallic exterior. Here is she searching and touching her blown glass heart!
It is just like life, to make something as dangerous as allowing someone to touch your most fragile part feel so inexplicably good.
Her self knows that if asked she would let her up, and she would likely walk away, but her self will not allow her to risk that either. Stained glass eyes covered, lying there inside her heavy metallic body. Her wits her knowledge her reasoning being rendered ineffective, it is as if the rules that have governed defensively her relationships in the past don't apply to she whom is now lying atop her, she who's beautiful head now lies on her metal chest, she who's cheek is pressed against her clinging breast, she who's lips lightly touch her skin.