Look to me with gentle eyes holding silken promise of treasures stored in endless nights; Give to me of such only made by the much-loved and most loving. Surrender to me the fearlessness of a passion unrestrained by mortal convention and bestowed only to the gods of long-forgotten races. Touch me with the weight of your most focussed thoughts Hold me with things that transcend the physical and sings a chorus to the soul of the simplest forms of life. Rest your hopes on my desires for a future framed in paradise not limited by the paradigm of shallow imaginings. Comfort me as a mother would the whimpers of a child racked by the torments of illness. Pray to the morning sun, the midday shade and the rising moon that as I walk my steps take me deeper into the heights of your devotion and my adoration. Speak to me in tones that none hear except me and thee and those that are promises of thee and me. Listen to the roaring tide of blood coursing through veins of compulsion bursting to be the shadow of your being. Tend to me in the darkness of our separation and in the glory of our embrace lest time steals what it does not deserve. Hope for me through my misery of incompletion and denial yet hope for us in all of this. Trust for me when I am least able to see the truth of your care or the proclamations of your heart. Whisper to me soft murmurings of consolation in your dreams for tomorrow's gladness yet to be felt. Tell now in your surest voice those things which my being needs to hear: You love me in a way that was not possible to any human born before. For this is how I love you…
flax: I had to restart this several times to get into the flow, once I got MY head aimed in the direction you were going I found this to be a complex, sincere, and moving write. I sincerely hope/wish she's for real.
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