The Knight with Doll Eyes
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The flowers appeared all at once. I had never seen flowers bloom like this. I was apprehensive of their deep yellow and bright red, like if you could unravel a coral snake. I worried about the toxin.
To observe your body wrapped in infinite shades of light. I could never distill your radiance in the indentations of your skin, the exquisite rough paper, your shades of deep brown. There are indentations I could miss easily in painting, especially on your chest.