DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Perhaps they were a chorus, a symphony, an orchestra of ministrations and savagery, songs, stanzas, and sonnets full of love and affection, deep-rooted desires, strains and anthems only for them, for them, for them. They were a combination of heady, beatific things, unraveling, uncoiling: storms and tempests, unleashed only to one another, riding on the clouds, on the heights, on the horizons, painting the skies with hues and blends of ecstasy, tremors in the skin, brushes of scintillating refrains. He wanted the lilts and tunes again, boundless in his ears, brought to her by his machinations and strokes, by his touches and caresses, by every ounce and fraction of his dedication, conviction and promises laden in their melodies, in their tunes, in the feral, wild preamble. The notes were something to be memorized so he could play them again, once more, in between feelings and disasters, before the next trial, before the next tribulation, when they didn’t come apart, when they didn’t burn at both ends, when they weren’t wakes of the brutal unknown. He stoked the mewls. He kindled the whimpers. He incited the groans. He wanted her heart and her lungs and her soul to fly into crescendos and otherworldly airs; ethereal ethers sending her to deliverance liberation, the quintessential release.She was nearly there – coiled and contorted, distorted and movement, motion striving to bring her to the edges, to the fringes, to the brink, he offered and proffered, gifted and granted, as she hooked around him, as she tore at his hair, as he smiled against her mouth, as he waited for the inevitable. It didn’t take along; his name a blissful thing, digging into salacious and licentious and decadent qualities he’d remember and savor for eternity, waiting for her to play in the inferno, to set her ablaze, for her serenade to reach more than just his title on the quiver of her lips; his touches were more insistent, yearning to take her over the brim –
And then she shuddered, collapsing, shuddering, shaking, and they were boneless in the water; he absorbed her purr, placed his lips on the apples of her cheeks, on the corners of her eyes, on the top of her gilded head; both hands cradling her cranium as contentment and satisfaction preened from his chest. A chuckle reverberated along his sternum, attention barely on her murmur until he put more thought into it – frowning for a moment as if all his recollection had faded away in the haze of lust and ardency, a fervency tended and refined every time they seemed to find themselves on the verge of reverence. “I had tried,” he proffered, eyes ghosting over the towels, cloths, shampoo, and soap sitting right where he’d left them, except some tossed garment had also snagged on a few. “You were too distracting,” placing the blame on her, swift and silly, teeth reaching down to snag at the shell of her ear.
Unite and spread the heart apart
