“The touch of your fingersgrazing minedelicate asa single drop of winein a crystal goblet.Rolling it round,I savor it on my tongue,try tomake it lastforever.The words Iloveyouform in the airand melt. Your palm againstmy cheek,light asa snowflake.”
“Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...”
“Every moment of life mattered. Even the perfect snowflake that alighted on his palm and melted in seconds.”
“One single word and I swear I’ll rip your tongue out. (Zephyra)”
“So,” Asa said conversationally, “want to go home and play butterflies?” Sebastian grimaced. “Do you promise not to pull my wings off?” Asa looked at him sideways. “Do you promise to fly back?”
“Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,Be not afraid of my body.”