She spied him
with his rubber ball
at the corner of her eyes.
That rainbow sphere
that swirled as
he ran after it.
It rolled
into her sandpit,
stopping right beside
her plastic tea cup.
She tried to
fend off him
with a grotesque mask.
A facade
carved by Wrath
and painted in
Vengeance's blood.
He snatched it away
to reveal brown eyes
widened with surprise.
And that was
the end of
hide and seek.
He took the cup
and drank from it.
It never ran empty.
The tea flowed in
abundance from
her heart.
And she was full
from the biscuits
he sneaked
in his mind.
They skimmed
their toes across
the puddles,
then threaded waters
up to the knees.
She pulled him
around by his hand
and they tumbled
around in the sand.
She drew his caricature
while he looked at her
through a prism.
Hiding within the
tree of silence,
it didn't muffle
the laughs they had.
The sun didn't set at dusk
and it showered
tears that day.
At every blink of her eyes
there was an eclipse
beneath her eyelids.
Magical,
but as real as
the Warmth from
the tea they shared.
