The gyrating cubic lights highlighted here and there her marble polished flesh...
I threw a few aphoristic lullabies at her, like darts to eye; her blood was so gorged with artifice and additives that all was win to her emerald orbed eyes, her emerald jaded fancy lit up the night with forest greens...
Emerald forests, Amazon greens, emerald darknesses, emerald fires, emerald lands, emerald abysses within abysses...
"I think that would be lovely" she said, turning around, "Are you..." she could not say anything else: "No I’m not, but I could be" I feared that I had broken the chemical spell with such hollow words, words that sounded awkward and pretentious.....but then aren't we all pretending? Amateur gamblers trying to be magicians, whose tricks are always found out in end, to be, just that, tricks... "that sounds wonderful" Valerie languidly whispered, "lets us go” almost pausing for an emerald moment outside time... “who knows…we might win this time"….
