DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
No breaking points, but beginnings, intervals of connections and desires. Foundations always there, over rubble and ruin and pathways marred, unknown until given the right moments – and then more to be discovered and explored. Everything else could be discarded and set aside, for the instant, for the intervals of heartbeats and woven threads, the sudden, emboldened marks and etched, sketches and outlines. He may not have always sought the audacious and brazen road, too calculated, too meticulous, too sculpted and carved by worlds that plagued and marred; but he would with her.
Out of the shallow embankments and teetering on the brink of diving in headlong – the Sword swallowed down her surprise, muffled the mild laughter threatening, following, following, following the arch and need and heady, carnal contemplations. His free hand kept her there, but her head tilted and the urgency intensified, rising to meet the enveloping tides. Mouth opening, he chanced an opportunity of his own, tracing her lips with teeth and tongue, before moving down, echoes and vestiges along her cheek, over the shell of her ear.
Out of the shallow embankments and teetering on the brink of diving in headlong – the Sword swallowed down her surprise, muffled the mild laughter threatening, following, following, following the arch and need and heady, carnal contemplations. His free hand kept her there, but her head tilted and the urgency intensified, rising to meet the enveloping tides. Mouth opening, he chanced an opportunity of his own, tracing her lips with teeth and tongue, before moving down, echoes and vestiges along her cheek, over the shell of her ear.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
