She wears white dresses. Her hair is long, it is soft, it is down past her waist, and her eyes are blue and somehow never red-rimmed though I swear I hear her cry in the middle of the night. Her skin is so fair, marbled and clear, something smooth and milky white and sometimes when I catch her in the right mood I swear she is translucent. She stands unmovable in a gallery of carved figures and even though the others are made from creamy marble, none could look as smooth as her. She is fluid, her soft throat curves into gentle shoulders and collarbones that jut forward and sit like eyebrows above a confident and erect rib-cage. Her energies swirl in a throbbing mass outwards from the central knot in her chest, and tendrils of creeping colors press up through her skin when night comes and she shines like an alien creature. I bite my lip and I find my shoulders shrugged up, hands thrust in my pockets and my gait grows lazy. I watch her as she talks, my eyes on her mouth and a thick wild desire growing in my gut. My mind can't maintain the pace and I'm slow and I inhale and blow out the smoke of my thoughts and watch it float apart in the night sky, the moonlight casting strange pictures. Her lips pout outwards and her teeth rake against the plump lower half and her translucent skin is betrayed in the moonlight and I swear I see a rainbow ocean just underneath the surface. In the cool of the night, in the stillness, I hear the waves of who she is, and I feel high with stupidity and longing. I reach out thoughtlessly, heavy-lidded and plagued with a hand that follows direction and a mind that never thinks and is all emotion. I want to make contact, awestruck and entranced in the rainbow girl and her quiet and graceful spirit while still quietly loathing my own graceless heart. My fingertips stretch out and an instant, a single breath, it seems a lifetime and I feel the vibrations of the air buffeting against my skin. Her eyes turn to me and grow wide and my hand hangs between us, still outstretched. Her gaze, crystal blue and clear as her skin, stares straight into my soul and I feel my hand fall back to my stupid and my mind goes blank. With a cheshire grin and something else, a smirk and a disconnection, she blinks and hazes and separates just like smoke.