Their eyes met, as eyes tend to across a crowded bar
She knew that this was right, well okay maybe on a Saturday
It advanced and the glances became scrutiny
Sometimes uncomfortable peering into her soul without permission scrutiny
But then he’d smile taking her measure slowly with his eyes
And she’d brush aside the doubts, put them in a trunk
It grew to such a size you could have fit a body in that wooden casket
Looking for all the world how she’d always imagined a pirates treasure trove to be
There were glimmers at the corners where it was fastened with chains
Yet still he peered at her with hooded eyes giving away nothing
She awoke cold and in the dark of night , a welcome feeling
Wondering why the moon looked so deliciously close
Finding as she went to explore that her feet had become stuck fast.
Looking down she saw they were entrenched in stone
And she stood atop a monument, a pedestal
She shouted to him as he chiseled the stone below
Help me down, I seem stuck on this platform, it’s pretty and all but…
I built it for you, of you after filing off the rough parts came an angry retort
It was then she remembered the chest with the best of her in it
She couldn’t reach so she willed those parts to come back
Below he still frantically chiseled and polished
Eventually the chest was emptied but the contents had altered
Shoving them roughly inside with the chest shrinking to nothingness
The chain turned to a rope and she reached the ground
I elevated you beyond…..he said
Yes but I wanted to stay here and not be an immortal impossible goddess
She replied over her shoulder as she departed.
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