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Particles push me forward.
Sometimes, it’s the soft, sparkling sapphire across the palm of slick, black leather.
Or the cascade of cerulean that encompasses me after blood flows and bruises bloom.
He is usually the one there, a breath away, a makeshift barrier between all that would wound.
Intent, eyes of polished, piercing jade (oh, but never jaded) that parry every move imaginable against me.
He’s as sharp as the blades he boasts in battle.
But as smooth as the serene kiss shared between lovers (between us),
Or the movement of muscle over muscle.
On occasion, it’s the prolific pull of magic and protective energy to this man that does me in entirely.
The feeling not unlike the sensations and sounds he could pluck from me within our passion.
Those eyes always alert and attentive, asking for everything, but giving all.
And when our bodies are flecked with fragments of avid affection,
And coming apart at each other’s aching embrace,
The delicacy of his salted sweat shakes me alive.
His airy, afterglow moans making me, molding me into something more human.
He is real, he is resting rightly beside me.
A severed shred of a secret we would no longer shy from,
It keeps one another whole and safe, and holy fate cannot partake.
Sever, we never will,
For not all that sits in shadow shall be dark.
And what’s brought bravely into light by this love,
Brings forth something that could save my sacrificial soul.
Particles push me forward,
But flames forged my heart.

Jerevinan Wed 04 Apr 2018 06:03AM UTC
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P0ETICA Thu 05 Apr 2018 11:27PM UTC
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SlatedForAbandonment Tue 08 May 2018 04:15AM UTC
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P0ETICA Wed 16 May 2018 04:52AM UTC
Last Edited Wed 16 May 2018 04:52AM UTC
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