Ivory Figurines (Micro-fiction)

She arranged herself against him, entwining their bodies so secure it felt as if they had been carved from the same smooth stone. When they kissed, it was the most beautiful thing ever. Those ivory heads bent together, illuminated by the moonlight, sleek as sculptures–a porcelain dream. Their faces inches from each other–a faultless replica pleated into itself with utmost care–their reflections set within a perfect piece of mermaid tears. For the briefest instant, they were the most coveted set of figurines under the starry rotunda.


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