The word
sometimes, more than often really, i feel like screaming it
just stopping the conversation and yelling into phone until i go horse
wailing, screeching, moaning
that word
it's power absolute. it's meaning many fold and complex but easy as a kiss on the lips. that dam word that changes two people forever.
the spellbinding word that man of magick con not utter.
eyes low and chest pounding, waiting for the day when i will be free of it, it's weight then shared by us both
like it should be. most certainly like it will be.
but these days are not those, my sweet, and my waiting lips will stay their claim to your secret heart for more time to come.
the word is all around us, and soon, it will past from my mouth into you like the last breath of a dyeing man.
so until then...
Dished out by Anonymous more or less at 6:31 PM
