DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The measure of worth always seemed to be a daunting thing: capable of weighing it in ample sums for one another, but not for themselves. No matter how many times he uttered her power, her strength, her kindness, her rays, her ambience, he wasn’t certain if it resounded in her heart, in her soul, if it touched the portions scalded and blistered from eternities ago. Hadn’t he been committing the same actions – roaming closer and closer to the insecurities, to the ineptitude, to the ineffectual notions, instead of all the things she prospered his way? Refuting, rebuffing, as if they held no meaning? Except they did – he pressed them close to his chest, close to his entity, but didn’t know if he could believe in them, because he understood himself, all his ventures, all his schemes, all his vile, horrific actions. Did she cherish him even with the iniquities? And how, how, how? This was why he thought he didn’t deserve her, because he didn’t, and they cycled right back to the beginning, commendable beacons warranting love and devotion, but having lost it too many times before to expect the ardor, to believe they could have attachments.The beast needed to be better.
It was another unsaid pledge between the entangled grins, the softened gazes, the dulcet caresses, all the beneficence prospered and granted, and he wanted, he wanted, he wanted, her to have it all, everything and anything. All for you she promised, and he might’ve said the same, honored it in the midst of quiet, intending to deliver it when she least expected the raptures and reveries, when it was more than heaven sent and alarming. The mountain hummed in thought, chewing, swallowing, and savoring, less glacial and more infernal, his stare roaming from her gilded hair, halo-lined and seraphic, raking down, watching her contentment with her pastry. At the core of him, he didn’t want to lose this – the peace, the repose, the sanctuary, the haven they’d managed to create before it was inevitably squandered away by something else slithering in the midst – inclining and tilting his head, striving to make it last for as long as possible. “Would you like to stay the night?” Deimos wasn’t aware of what her plans had been for after dinner, and frankly, they’d already been derailed a multitude of times by their fiendish, feral desires (nothing he was apologetic for). Perhaps she had other things to take care of before the morning, or a myriad of reasons she simply couldn’t remain - but the invitation was open, there, lilting.
Unite and spread the heart apart
