Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Your arms, your strong voice, your instinct for deep clarity, your brain, your soul, and even more, your spirit.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
An ordinary hand - just lonely for something to touch that touches back.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Patroclus to Achilles
On the night of my death,
your despair was so loud
that I could hear it
clawing through the earth to find me.
All the men screaming, begging,
still could not drown out the
wailing of your hands.
I оnce held your soldier heart
between my war teeth, shook it
like a dog with a bone until
it knew the fear of good love.
Do you remember?
I wore your
armor just to feel deathless.
I wore your armor just to know
what it meant to be inside of you.
I will dream of kissing your ankles again,
of pulling the weeping arrow out of you
and cutting through the earth
so that we may walk among it.
My love. My life.
What I would give to be
the оnly pile of ashes here.
What I would give to be
a sleeping body beside you.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I woud move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
My heart is not captured easily. I am disinterested in small talk, disillusioned with love, and too focused оn my dreams and aspirations to lend anybody my attention for long. But if we make that connection, if you find your way into my heart, God, I will fall for you like gravity has let go of the earth.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms.
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