Cosmic Love: Angels and Devils PREVIEW
The hale taps rhythmically on the windows beside the bed. My heartbeat mimics the rhythm
as I turn over to face the window. The space beside me is empty. What would I have to do to have you by my side? How many pieces of myself must I barter to be wrapped in your touch, cocooned by your love? I love the way you make me love so intensely. You open long since corroded doors with the utmost of ease. I see the world through muted colours, but your views are colourful and rich. Together when they collide they create a work of art that's breathtaking and unique.
I lay awake and watch your sleep because you are so unlike me, but deep inside the two of us, our souls vibrate on the same wavelength, our oceans rise and recede on the same lunar cycle and our worlds spin on the same path. Your chest rises so slow and peacefully. And in moments where I feel that sleep will never come to pass, I whisper my hopes and fears to you; weave then along with prayers of protection and gratitude so that you may have the most valiant dreams. I wrap you in my arms, so that you can sleep sound and unburdened and that I nuzzle that spot of your neck where that is home.
Your purity and childlike amazement can stain me too. You're a mystery that I aim to unravel. Behind shades of vivid blue are memories and secrets that helped to create you. Beneath bone white skin lies an essence I want to bathe in.
You realise my acts of aggression are done in self-defence. Nothing more than a placebo. You know what lurks beneath my murky waters, yet you still don't want to turn away. It's something that I've never experienced before and I'm waiting for the illusion to crumble, just like I have so many times before. And what will become of me if there is no illusion and this turns out to be real?
It seems as if I've fallen back into your familiar snow drifts.
The white is almost ethereal in comparison to it's off white and various grey
backdrops of the room around me.
My wrists feel weak, my hands are no warmer than those of a corpse, yet you are
burning as bright and as warmly as ever in my chest.
I close my eyes and let your voice wrap around me,
My feral heart calls out to you, teasing and tempting you,
seducing the winds of change, toying with the notion of ligatures.
When my body aches for comfort and pleasure, I think of you.
My heart is as vulnerable as it is feral.
You test and tease me in the most innocent, yet erotic ways.
The challenges that come with you are like none that I've
ever known. As the snow falls beyond the panes of glass, I crave your warmth in more
ways than one.
You realise my acts of aggression are done in self-defence. Nothing more than a placebo. You know what lurks beneath my murky waters, yet you still don't want to turn away. It's something that I've never experienced before and I'm waiting for the illusion to crumble, just like I have so many times before. And what will become of me if there is no illusion and this turns out to be real?
It seems as if I've fallen back into your familiar snow drifts.
The white is almost ethereal in comparison to it's off white and various grey
backdrops of the room around me.
My wrists feel weak, my hands are no warmer than those of a corpse, yet you are
burning as bright and as warmly as ever in my chest.
I close my eyes and let your voice wrap around me,
My feral heart calls out to you, teasing and tempting you,
seducing the winds of change, toying with the notion of ligatures.
When my body aches for comfort and pleasure, I think of you.
My heart is as vulnerable as it is feral.
You test and tease me in the most innocent, yet erotic ways.
The challenges that come with you are like none that I've
ever known. As the snow falls beyond the panes of glass, I crave your warmth in more
ways than one.
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