chiromancy

two bodies occupying a tiny space, the air thick with discomfort and immediate sight-lines.

i expose to her my pathetic hands attached to my beaten wrists.

she gently glides her fingertips across the surface of my palm as i keep her ring towards the center of the frame.

"do you think you'll live long?" she asks with a mixture of uncertainty and fatalism.

"you'll outlive me," i reply, knowing that i will succumb to my vices, being the weaker half.

"are you afraid of death?" she raises her head up towards mine, eyes focused past my retinas, as if peering into my soul.

"no, but i'm afraid of you," i respond whilst letting out a subtle sigh, eyes transfixed onto hers.

we close our eyes and take each other in, knowing that we are merely mortals.

escalation

breathing in the open air, we unravel and begin to share our vices and virtues.

all of our senses come alive and i am completely, comfortably content.

a cautionary touch.

an inviting taste.

an aural symphony.

flawless, optical perfection.

soft, secure, surrealistic scent.

as i run my fingertips across the soft-skinned surface of your warm face, i think about how this moment will be lost to the ether forever unless i commit it to memory.

we're not fading.

tether

learning to let go.

helios

from where we stand, everything has criminally coalesced to the point where it has become uncanny and uncomfortable.

the water's cold, but there is unquestionable doubt that our lungs will be able to detect the temperature differential as the flood-gates of our throats open to let them in.

the sounds of the overflow resonate through our cells as we simultaneously melt into the static sea.

as one universe is born, another collapses into dust.

we set a steadfast course towards the warmth, our rudder pointed to serenity and salvation.

as we become overrun and overburdened, decay spawns our discourse. as our sails disintegrate, creating our come-down. there we lay, arms outstretched and bodies poised towards the warming rays of helios, with only our faces decorated with each others fingerprints.

as the dissolution of deities occurs, we slowly become an amalgamation of morals and culture as we continue to become accustomed to our demons, and the earth.

and with this, we dissolve. 

divisions

"i never want to marry," she said.

"me neither," i allow the words to spill from my throat onto her warm neck.

we lay until the sun comes up.

our cyclical vice.