100 Words - Incomplete Glory

Songs of love and incomplete glory. The metal flesh so inviting. Reach out and touch me when I sleep. Shivers of consciousness. Rolling away, pausing, understanding, rolling back into an awkward embrace. The fear of the pain that I will see but never feel. Distance allows a gentle kiss then pulls back. Walls leap to guard the crystal being. Electricity fades. A voice sings somewhere inside us both. A long high note of tragic beauty. The crystal body shudders. The voice holds just below the point of breaking then fades. The crystal is safe again. I roll over not sleeping.