people talking about "as per my last email" as being an act of hostility but I just had to crack out an "I'm not sure how I can clarify this any further"
It's bright in her dark because she's made of melting candles and relentless fire. The smoke dances with the melody always in the air. There is not rot nor decay in these shadows, there is song and lightness where wings take flight. It's not a void nor an abyss, it's luminous.
Exploring the pause;
your gravity pulls me closer and in the space between seconds
the world stops spinning
long enough for us
to engage in a cosmic kiss
that rivals the way
colliding stars explode
in cataclysmic waves.
#amatory#FireWriters35
Intricate entanglements,
words enrapt & enthral,
weaving a tether
between us,
my wrists bound
by your ink
while the light traces
of your touch
between the folds
of my pages
keep me wickedly wild.
#FoxProse#vibes_gothicvss#amatory
She is a creature of the dark.
Not because she lacks beauty.
God knows that's not it.
Not because she isn't clever,
or charming,
or capable of making a room forget itself
for a few minutes.
It's because she hates the light.
Not fears it.
Despises it.
Thinks it turns everything ugly.
Flattens mystery.
Demands explanations for things
better left breathing.
The mistake people make
is thinking love is a sunrise.
Thinking if they stand there long enough,
hold out enough flowers,
say enough beautiful things,
she'll step into the day for them.
She won't.
She can't.
The dark isn't where she hides.
It's where she lives.
So you learn.
You wait at the edge.
You make your intentions known.
Show your hands.
Bare your teeth.
Let her see what kind of animal you are.
And if she likes what she sees,
if her eye settles on you
and stays there,
she won't walk into your light.
She'll do something far more dangerous.
She'll grin.
The kind of grin that should have warned you.
Then she'll invite you
into the dark with her.