road to a lullaby....

Introductory
It was late. Midnight. Babel was cooked at low temperature. Spring was only in calendars. Jonathan had no sleep. Suburbs were too tempting to be disregarded. He had a long time to walk. We can’t count the visits at his friends. After all they were a block away. He wanted to walk through the park, see the people at night. He was not asking for a co-walker he had this peeping mood..
Jonathan was a carpenter. But he loved the smell of wood and grass when those were alive. He also loved the sound of the city fading away and the lights of the skyscrapers when air made leaves rustle. He sat on a bench. Just before the subway entrance. This mix of nature’s mystery and the smell of darkness was what he needed.
He needed no clubbing, he had Havana’s best club at his hands. He was full of sounds. He needed no scents. He was sniffing maples and city’s leftovers.
Orgasmic dances of substances at his mind were violently interrupted. A pair of wings. It’s sound. An alluring buzz. Tracking it down was easy. A few meters above his shoulder, sitting on an Acer’s orange leaf was a fairy. A fairy that the sound of her wings was just a gulp of considerateness comparing to her figure. He knew she was always here, another creature of Babel. Another piece of lust that was gifted with wings and stardust. He didn’t know what was worst. That she could use them to attack or defense herself?
She seemed friendly when he told her that her sound made him dream of wet alleys. .
He offered a drink. He asked her to sit at his hand. She flew around him giving a smile with a dark nuance. She sat on his knees.
Her eyes, under the veil of tiredness they were wearing, could tell a thousand stories.
She was wearing a black dress. Her hair was pulled back and she was wiping the stardust of her legs. This move and her soft sheer skin revealed under the flimsy dress were giving the clumsy grace of an adolescent girl to her.
She had a bad winter. She had times that fairies could have. She could be a teacher.
Time was passing, with her at his knees and her eyes and voice liven up.
He asked for her stardust before leaving.
She told him that if he had it he would have to be careful.
Her gift was that with the stardust he could get a wish. A wish that would have effects to both of them. She took some specks of her dust right of her thigh and placed her fingers just out of his mouth.