The night we met was magical; the love we made, torrid and heady, then slow, almost reflective, eyes opened when we kissed.
Vows were taken, oaths sworn, and powers revealed, each to each.
The smell of your sweat and perfume dripped and mingled with my own labors to bring you bliss, and lingered on me so that the memory still haunts.
Heated needs seared our souls together, and maiden blood sealed the covenant that you’d never depart.
The night you left in silence to slink away, bathed in moonlight, soaked in stars, I panicked, raging at the heavens and the deceit of your secret escape.
I vowed to find you; the bones of beasts I used litter the land. And after all this time, even now, clutching your writhing flesh, I find you supple and pliant in my grasp.
Your gasps of pleasure are now gasps for air, but my heart is dead to your wiles, and no longer beats at your pleasure, though it still beats, just not at my will.
I would choose death, but it will not choose me.
Your promises are puddles drying in the desert’s dust, and all we had to say to one another now blows in sandy strands across the dunes, seeking refuge from cold affections.
And since I cannot hold you, I leave you in another’s embrace; his light will give you peace in the darkness, and tell the night hunters where you are.
One last time, I trace your form beneath my fingers, one last time to take your scent with me back on the path home, to remember you.
And I will hear your screams, and I will weep for the bitter lesson one must ever learn in sworn fealty and devotion to the heart of another.
Never let me go.
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