August 2016 Journal of Cervo Ignis - II
Dear Ace,
I decided that these blank pages do not wish for *hemography, my blood cells feel an intense urge to transfigure into yours. My blood pleasure might disgust you, but these newly acquired powers made it worse. I see your blood, it looks for me in the depths of your veins. I hear your blood, it screams for me at the tip of your heart where the Universe caught fire. I smell your blood, it's calling to mate with mine, I touch your blood and I spiral in a red ocean from which I drink to quench my thirst for you.
Besides that, something about your aura is deeply alluring. Imagine a snake charmer taming the most venomous cobra; take that as you will, but I'm still going to strike you down, to see you crumble in nothing but stardust, to see you shining.
Your love put me in a conscious comma, and I wear your bones around my collar. That handsome face of yours I tried describing it for decades, I sat at tables with fairies and Aphrodite and still, there was no word to match the gap at the top of your lips.
To survive without being bound by love and held into your lover's arms is God's given bravery, for even angels needed nurturing when fallen.
I find it outright funny how I can never be satisfied without burying my head inside your chest. It's like you are my body and I've been living a lie, or perhaps our soul was split unequally and in the wrong vessel, Have you ever thought about that? I wonder if you feel the same because I never see you dig inside of me if I don't initiate the act...
The Dagger of The Neon Crown could possibly be the key to our enlightenment. Mischief made it clear that my insecurities are going to be my downfall, but maybe this could help somehow. I don't know why but it feels like a key, it surely has the power to unleash something bigger than life.
I wonder if those majestic stags that helped me out there were your doing, maybe you wanted to protect me so deeply and wholeheartedly that you called upon God to come to my rescue. I'll probably never admit this to you (hopefully I find the strength to), but they felt the same way I feel when I take a glimpse of you, like home.
You washed me in the cold mountain river with your bare hands and now I'm watching you sleep next to the fire. I hope you dream about what makes you happiest, and I hope that's me.
I love you, Ace.
*hemography- word invented by the modern romanian poet, Nichita Stanescu. It means to write with blood, with your own essence and life force.
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