Human

She was devastatingly human...in fact she was the only one in his universe.

Daily parades of others would go by, slip by, slide by...bevies of beauties and their struts and their mascara eyes...

But she was infinitely human...to him, a reminder.  The flesh and bone and the visceral piece of her that existed.  She was rare.  To the point of almost forgetting how she was, how she felt against him, a reminder torn from a part of his brain shuttering memories...she arrived stark and revealing.  Each occasion marked from the one prior...similar but better.  Familiar but intimately stranger.

Like the slight surprise you feel when giving blood...watching literally your very life spill out into a cylinder tube.  Mesmerizing that something could be taken from you, put into a vessel...and maybe even given to someone else.

She was that life-blood...when she appeared she had been plucked from her life and inserted into his. Even if only temporarily.

He consumed her, felt her presence...but then she would disappear.  Not by any other circumstance but the one they possessed.

She had sent a picture...of her in a tub...a revealing picture of a window...a candle... a moon...and her knee.  Barely any skin against a backdrop of marble and the outside world.  But his eye was drawn not to the flickering wick against a red wax or the smudged-circle of the white of a blurry moon.

Rather he saw her knee, it's skin slick from warmed tub waters, rising against the surface of the wet...like some small volcanic island against a blurry foam ocean...the color of flesh, a human color, immediately recognizable.  He knew it was her, would know it in a thousand views from his memory, but this one felt more sensual.

Her solitude against the evening, her lone self in recline...showing just the piece of her that led to the rest of her.  He had held that knee before...in stockings coal-black and in just bare skin.  It was neutral ground...go lower and you find her smooth calves...go a little higher and you find the heat of her thighs.

The life-blood pulsated in his ears as he thought about finding her submerged in waters warm and cloudy, skin reflecting candle dance light and shades of whiteness from moons...just the ability to close the distance and graze her skin...her knee...and see her beneath the translucent waters to reveal the fullness of her...her unique and utterly human form...alone...for him to merely join and find the familiar and the intimacy of a stranger.

She was human.  Devastatingly so.