This has been written with the narrator being female so I guess it is kinda fem slash but it's not got an R rated content. If you don't like the idea of female on female then I wouldn't read you're open minded about it then please R&R I wasn't sure whether to put this as a poem or a fiction so I opted for fiction coz it seems long enough to be a one shot fiction. Enjoy!

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Silent grace

I can see you, while pulling up a cloud in the midnight sky, dancing gracefully to the silent music, using the sparkling stars as steeping stones to carry your moves. The moon is your spotlight. The lone wisp of a cloud, gently hide the radiant sphere, turning out the light. You stop your flowing moves and gaze at me sitting on the sister cloud, watching your every move.

The moonlight begins to seep through, lighting up your face as your deep, dark eyes inspect me; the light aluminates your pale skin. Instead of dancing to the muted tune, you just stand there on the stepping stone and your white lily dress stirs slightly as the light breeze passes over your body.

Your wondrous, dark eyes, full of sadness, a longing, angst. The intricate detail of each strand of colour intertwined is clear in the moonlight. Your long ebony hair, flying delicately around your rounded face. Your perfect pale skin, smooth with freckles dotted carelessly around your nose, each a unique marking. Your lips, full, a dark rouge, the bottom lip a little further out than the top. It's inviting me to touch, caress. My hands ache to run through your hair, across your velvet skin. But none of this outer beauty even compares to the person you truly are within. Whoever said beauty was only skin deep was wrong, very wrong. You are anything but an empty shell.

The beauty within shines through your eyes, your actions, the way you move, your soul. The whisper of the cloud moves away from the moon and your eyes avert from mine as you gaze at your spotlight, our spot light.

I close my eyes and when I open them again, your face is so close to mine that our noses touch slightly. My aching hands are captured by your own and you rest your head on my shoulder. I can hear and feel you breathing through my hair, tingling my skin. Its sets a tingle down my spine and every emotion is stirred within.

The silent music starts up yet again and we dance upon the stars, moving in the breeze and when the silent song ends its mesmerising tune, we kiss. Our lips exploring each others like a tourist does a map. The pair of trembling lips reluctantly part and you graze my cheek against your own. You look deep into my eyes and I see the sadness that shines behind the brown spider webs in your eyes and it lets me know what I have been dreading. The silent music starts up for us, a final time and silent tears fall from my eyes as I know this is the last dance that will be mine.. ~FIN~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Okay so this came to me when I was staring at the moon and I just had to write it down. So thank you to the moon and to the muse! Please R&R!!!