Here I am to say that the love did not end, the way I thought it would. She was not meant to leave, before me. Not meant to die, before me, and yet, she did. My hands are raised towards Heaven, with an eagerness to…
What do we make of intimacy when drowned in its well? It is a well that rises to be taken of its contents, only to fall downwards to where Hell dries it. Love breathes, but intimacy releases. Intimacy releases the sighs spilled out from a…
… Despite the pain, it must be this way. To know, to realize, and to make happen the truest moment for recollection. It is because beauty is so much a memory for flesh by its movement, in how it was caressed. Warmth, from memories, lights…
He sat himself there, among the ghosts that surrounded his form. A hand in one other, his beloved’s, with a circle of gold still about the third finger from the pointer. During times his mind is focused, he draws his thumb to that circle of…
I blew a sigh in the direction I knew a kiss would follow from my own mouth, decorated in the red from another pair of lips. Her grace and simple smile. It was a memory I grew for, to a future I was terrified would…
Once, on a road, within a carriage, I lashed those reigns against the mare’s rear, and fled forward to the North. For I saw a star, with a sign I knew well to be part of it. A little note a blew free from my…
Just as I could glance no more upon her aching form, in where I had put my hands, my head turned sideways. To see what I should not have seen, or what could not be seen, in that scene of pain. I was with hands…
We are broken, in love. Broken of the selfishness we found a comfort in, and were unwilling to part from; for that was because we are always monsters without the emotion, of love. As monsters, we are so comfortable, stewing in lie after lie; and,…
Place a man at his lowest, and he knows to stare at the sun. He knows to stare at the brightest sight that burns away his own past, his own guilt to his actions. Place a man at his lowest, and he begs to be…
A new smell brings Adrian to lower his head, and recede out of his stupefaction to the sight of the door, where through its ajar position, Catherine has poked in her head. A smile warms her face to the cheekbones, and forces the tension inside…
