You pray to me and I pray to you. You fall to your knees for me and I make myself anew for you. You cry out for forgiveness and I for transcendence. Oh, what a beautiful pair we make, devouring and divine, and so very desperate for each other.
The night was comfortably warm as the soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.
She was tied to the moon by long threads of red tangled blood. She moved like a woman tied to the moon. It enveloped her and it opened her to an absolute night without dawn.
We speak in broken fragments and spilt ink, and follow each other until we are lost and do not want to find home. We are an evening of lengthening hours, and I beg for your lips against mine, but all I can taste are shadows.
Oh how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
And in the land of star crossed lovers, and barren-hearted wanderers, forever lost in forsaken missives, and Satan’s pull, we seek the unseekable... and we speak the unspeakable. Our hopes dead, gathering dust to dust in faith, in compassion, and in love.
Night was deafening in its silence; A symphony of longing left an ache in the air. Everything, in its stillness, screamed at the top of its lungs, waiting for somebody to hear.
And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.
These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness and in the taste confounds the appetite.
