The Emperor

He takes me in his arms, and it feels as if he is sending roots down through my arms and my back, searching for my soul. I am unprepared for the strength of this, but I allow it. And then he starts kissing me, a shy lover tentative at first, growing stronger as the minutes pass, melting me into a glow of fluid grace.

The Story of The Emperor

The stairs today seem wider than usual, majestic even perhaps, as if their rise foretells of some kingly personage, enthroned in glory behind the door….. which also seems wider and taller too for that matter, and I have to run to get to the top of the stairs in time to pass through the portal.