Adam's Love

     Adam’s love was a searing hate behind the ears.  A devaluation of the market around his chosen gem that made foil of foreign busts and thighs.  His love shined.  It twinkled in his simian eyes like a thing grasped from a dead pharaoh’s hand.
    “Deb-or-Ah” he pronounced with pronounced softness upon his lips; inaudible.  Her name was a breath, he respired her.  Inspired her; she, him.  She condensed and danced, an expiring expression on the dry Chicago wind; sometimes flitting off after automotive exhaust, sometimes reclining and dissipating against his face as he walked.  But always vent through him, between tall buildings, pairs of well healed legs popping in and out of the jostle of busy businessman pants legs.  For now her spirit blew through the open window; apartment 4D, the thick red brick abused by billowing curtains.  
    A cigarette silhouette, she set her elbows in the sill; a Mary of either kind.  Red hair like some clothesline can-can line; a mirage simmering in the arid cold.       
    She came from the earth.  Still stained with thumb smudges from eager grappling paws; she was delicate: her removal from the silt to be carried out by hand.  
    Off of the sidewalk, behind the door that made the loud streetly rabble into dark river water, after the first, second, and every other, save the last (that one he skipped with Christmas morning urgency) stair, her harem-skarem toll-booth lechery lemonade stand stood, ever since just after the beginning of time and scantily ever after.
       She didn’t want to: it was implied, but the appropriate exchanges were made.  The bills were like emerald foil behind her clear stone eyes, her Gorgon gaze that turned the keener parts to stone. 

Author's Note

I may actually finish this eventually, but until then I'm too hungry for validation to put off posting.

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[faryn wolff]

You're one of my favorite writers here.
Please finish this :)