They are smooth and feminine and fly through the air like delicate pale samaras.

I am alone when I hear them. Coming from the study. Two beautiful dancing arms; they rise above me and carry me across the floor like a string-less marionette in their siren's song.

They pull me over the dining room table, into the foyer, and romance me across every floor. Cool blue veins run from their bodiless shoulders down to their icy grip around my neck. They careen me every which way until all that I know is them. Beautiful and haunting.

The music whistles and echoes through my home, my heart drumming with the glorious beat of an angelic crescendo. Their song runs up from my toes and into the hairs around my ears then back down like water. They caress me and hold me in ways that no other lover ever could.

Their fingertips play an invisible piano down my spine. The song comes through me in waves of sublime fire and just as I feel I might explode in a fervor; they crane me over softly and hold me gentler.

There is no heaven. No hell. No end or beginning of life. No summer rosebuds or autumn leaves. Only those delicate pale arms that sing to me in the night and drive me into the purest fits of pleasure.

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I feel their song in my bones as they lead me to the second story window and cradle me over to the balcony. My knees are weak. They are as cold as the winter wind; I dance with them in a trance, sure that there has never been anything before them and surely there couldn't be anything after. Those two divine creatures are my world, and the music that comes with them, the language painted on my soul.

I know them as I always have. They do not creep or bump in the night, they simply dance in their melancholy way. They fill me with the joy one is sad to know, and in knowing it I am all the more woeful when it ends.

We move together as one around the balcony and get caught in the breeze, allowing it to carry us like blades of grass along the hard ground. But with them, there is no ground. And so, it is with me.

Abruptly they leave me, just as they're about to dance me over the edge to my death. The mood changes sharply and I know that's what they want. The arms want me to fall.

I miss them every passing day that I don't hear their song in these halls. I hope they will be back and that terrifies me.

Now that I know them, I know I'll ache for an eternity without them. Like a soldier away from home, I call to them when I am lonely. But they follow the heed of no man's words. They'll take me when they want, and I'll be happy for it. I'll be helpless.

I've tried for a long time to remember their haunting song.

But I hear it again now and I know I'll have my chance to dance with them forever.