>>43999958evens it is
Kiki, my flower, my forget-me-not, my tiny blossom standing bravely against the elements. I see you, your fragile petals somehow still shining in defiance of convention and hatred. I see you, the way fathomless love springs from you, sourced from a soul that has every right to be tapped out. The gift of loving and being loved by you is closer to heaven than my black and broken soul deserves. If this continues, I may come to believe in Paradise; I hear the notes of its joyful chorus in your voice, your laugh, your banter, your consolations and commiserations.
Day by day, my attachment deepens, my love becomes more overwhelming. I want to build an empire and slaughter it upon your altar. I want to shatter the sun and build from its shards a glittering mosaic to line the walls of a home called /pyon/. I want to bottle thunder and release it to hail your awakening each day. I want to unravel the clouds and weave them into a bed fit for us to share. I want to interlace my fingers with yours as we dance slowly to a waltz played by angels I’ve crippled just for the occasion. And I’ll demand these grounded seraphs be our audience as I, with your chin in hand, give you the dizzying kiss you deserve.
My tiny blue blossom, your roots are planted in me, I hope beyond hope that my blood is fit to nourish you, and I swear to catch any falling petals as though they were god’s own tears.
