An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat

🍄 A Lovely Chat

i want to hold every part of you with a dozen brown arms; i will dive into your car with the force of the sun and refuse to separate myself from you

just you wait. there will be no other after me, only remnants of your addict's soul. this is the last body you will ever need, hold, desire.

i will love you like i hate you for my passion supersedes all lines, blurs all faces except yours. no one shall know our depravity, luscious and abject.

i ask of thee to hurt me with the very softness of your lash.

It will be like butterflies. You will feel it, you will know if, and you will want it.

already i do with greed, my king.
my monarch, don't you dare wait. take me.

Then want and wait no longer. Come to me, my duchess of depravity. Dress down your clothes and present me with the splendours bestowed upon you at creation.

at creation? why, tonight you shall be my creator. tonight, you shall be God.

And you my goddess. Crafted and molded to the perfection only another lord of the realms deserves

until two quarters past two, antsy ankles shall twist betwixt one another under the table, and no one will know why. no one except you.

Oh how I want to grasp those glass ankles, so fragile that the pressures of the world could make them snap at any moment. But they remain strong, holding up the world as if you were a feather.

a feather footed girl holding up the whole world? O, heavenly, backwards logic! The same logic of which our love is threaded with. the same world in my palm could never decipher why, or how our sin spread like a virus within one another. but the illogicality makes me more and more akin to an ocean.

I've always love the ocean. For its magnitude, for even as we devide it, label it, cut it up like meat, it is still one ocean.

O, how you make me tremble. I study Ophelia but it seems i've become her, spilling with want for my troubled, grief stricken lover. If only i could scream...

Scream into me. Fill my lungs with your troubles, your woes, and your grief. Allow this lover to hold you to his chest and keep you pinned to it until we are both out of breath.

four more spiteful hours. restless, my lips quiver while i inquire evidence for a meaningless essay. i close my eyes, only to see two bodies soiled and bitten by one another. get me to a nunnery before i commit a crime on you, dear lover.

You'd corrupt the whole nunnery. Make them admit feelings buried long ago by abuse and faith. A house of God to a house of whores from only the aura of lust you let loose.

my sickness is staring me in my face, and i love it, will never deny her again. no faith is stronger than the truth we all know but hate to admit. my breath alone could break every God-loving bone in a woman's body.

To watch you break a woman with only your words, that is a performance fit for a king.

take this energy we've raised, nurtured, and run! run, before i break into a sprint in my five inch heels and find you, bloodlust for stamina

I would not run. I could not run. You running in heels would trap me like a deer in torch light. My arms would be wide open, catching both my death and my love.

you hard headed scoundrel! run! leave me be, for my love is too large. i cannot beat the chattering of my teeth, the stiffness of my lungs.

and suddenly my lust turns black... do thy fear me? do thy worry that i could end you?

I've always known you could end me. And the moment my head rests on yours, body unable to defend itself, will you know it's not the end of me I fear. It is the end of us.

and then Hamlet will end, and you i shall be your Romeo. for if you breathe no longer, i would gallop towards death. so unexpectedly my loyalty to you, yet precious. i would rather detach myself from thee entirely than love thy corpse.

If I pass, let me join the stars alone. So that I may build a place in the void for you before you arrive

what will i do without you?
who am i, if not defined by you?

You are better than me. You are you. A poet, a writer, a lover, and witch. You hold magics far more important than any throne. To let that power die for the sake of a mop headed king is a blasphemy.

O, this i knew, i just needed to see you say it. my tendency for dependency is the last pillar of my trauma i cannot dismantle. but i must. so mote it be.

All pillars fall. Except caterpillars, they learn to fly.

and so all people must die. we will have no legacy, no one to remember our love, only empty soda cans and a dinosaur in remembrance. and i am at peace with this.

In the end, there is no such thing as legacies. The chaos of the cosmos has granted is this moment. It will take it from us eventually. All of earth swallowed by a star that has given us so much without even knowing we exist.

it is almost as beautiful as as you. i want to be as selfless as that star. i want you to have my cancer when i rot; i want you to drink the broth of my bones when i decay. why, if you were blind, id pluck my eyes out of their sockets and hand them to you on a platter.

If I were to go blind, to be unable to see your beauty of the comfort of the stars? I'd have to walk me into the ocean. To become coral, give life and protection with my body one last time.

ocean for a grave, and i release thee into a sea of other fish. if i have your ring, i know i have you.

Use it as a lure, and the fish that bites is surely one that lives within me

it will always be me.