Ceara a precious gem

Ceara a precious gem

fiction
edward w pritchard

Ceara a precious gem. Many faceted, complex, complicated. Sometimes was it intriguing to explore Ceara sides and natures; many there were. Time was an ally as alone I explored for unreflected surfaces hidden deep aside of Ceara's psyches.

Sundry times was it troublesome to travail Ceara's moods and bewitcheries; many there were. Rainy days set her off; direction unintuitivable. In a winter freeze Ceara hardened unapproachable. Then slim like a boy, curve-less until aroused, she simmered until polished and deemed shine without sunlight until exploding she brightened our moods.

Ceara semi precious, hidden in slag, anxious to be discovered, hiding in rock sides, polished by dashing waters, cautiously approached eyes lowered countenance hopeful.