Only by faith. - H.Poole
In your monotropic mind, the idea of the perplexity of marriage encompasses you. You silently question my motives of walking you down the aisle, naked teeth bared and ethereal thoughts violently fighting against sense of sound. I see you now, sitting in silence that suffocates the air. I see the ring, so unnecessarily glamorised with harsh cut diamonds and pearls like beads on an abacus. Such a childish error of self-preservation on your behalf. Your moral compass always was a little off. That ring that you wear is the loophole that you so valiantly discovered. The loophole of life; in which you may be loved, but no love will ever slip away from your cold flesh. There is an overly glorified saying about love, that it is a game that both can win. How wrong we have proved a lover in denial of existence.
You wear that ring, like it's wrapped around your finger. The wedding; flashbacks of white roses, skin thin as paper. Purity that runs through crimson veins, leaving scars to lie in faith and love and all things overrated. And to entertain the notion that love is labour lost in time, is to cover a child's eyes from a tender scene, not far from where we stand. We will all fall, not into love or faith or hope, but into reality, that you forgot was beneath you all this time.
The accusation, that you so solemnly made, caught me in a poisonous whirlwind of raspberry bruises and skin splitting like silk. You fought with a Trojan horse, concealing the deepest secrets that even I knew, you could not face sedulously. Even now, after religiously denying any sense of leftover feelings, we stand like we have been robbed of our idolized sanity. Our eyes emulate such ambiguity it is futile to try and begin etching copper words on bloodless paper. Now, I am drowning in your tragically beautiful life, surrounded by the pressing interrogation as I watch you fall asleep. Fragile flaxen curls that suit your brittle frame so well. The neutral olive eyes that shattered like glass upon impact with reality. Milky skin that feels so painfully comforting to run my wild hands over. The jutting collarbones that I found most intriguing, so perfectly broken and protected by warm layers of the freckled flawed skin I loved so much.
I remember sitting in the cold night air, on tender moss and relentless earth. You came outside and we sat for an eternity. We did not utter a single word, but the exchange of silences felt like sublime purifying. That was our mutual agreement through the time of the unconditional love we endured. The rain started, right on queue. Raging copper pennies, violently escaping God's great sky, slapping the earth like the final act of independence. Nothing and everything ended on that tender moment. We were in limbo, between the edge of faith and the uncharacteristic sober termination of love. It was at that undeniable time that we realised one thing;
We were lovers. Not by trade, only by faith.
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