the morning after i wasn't feeling good. i wanted it to be different but i was tangled up in webs of love lost. coffee did not soothe my soul and everything about the day reminded me of you. the dance was over and the replacements were to begin, a new way to start the day. i tried not to notice my affliction but i was sad, and i talked myself into leaving you. not for the first time, but for the last time. like waves that stretch in from the depths until they reach the shore is how i will long and reach for you, like a wave does a shore.
there is more to the tale and i had a vision and it was glowing and i wanted to see it more. eventually though each time i saw you there were tears behind your eyes, and i tasted them in bed. they slipped off your tongue and i caught them, i digested them and i returned them in magical waves of pleasure. in rapture we were healed but our hearts still bled with longing. we escaped into bliss and for a moment- we soared on breezes of hope and the taste of love, so true. But in frailty i could not sustain the flight and with a half wing i was too wounded to fly. You could no longer carry me because the weight of your heart was too heavy, i watched you cry as you fought to set me down, gently, safe and sound. but there were no more words and the feathers in my wings began to saturate with the blood of sadness. Set me by the river i said in a soft voice that trembled as your touch left me, and as you lifted away the ribbon that spooled my heart unwound and i was no longer bound to be broken.