And I linger in the moment, frozen by the finality of it all, hanging on the hope that it’s not really over, that there’s more to come. Savage and brutal was the release, but it wasn’t unexpected: slow was the rise, intense and elegant, deliberate in its fury, setting the stage for what was to be. Nothing was so perfect as the way it began: innocence forsaken, voluntarily cast aside, tempting Fate while invoking the Muse to spite the odds. Somewhere between before and after, control was lost, or maybe it was taken; to who, from who doesn’t really matter – just that it was as it was meant to be. And all at once there was surrender, violent in its making, a lesson learned in pressure. Neither of us forgiving, only holding on too tightly, fighting to catch our breath without losing each other. But now, in the afterglow, there is only you and I and what we used to be only a moment ago.
Soooo endearing your writing is! It is so beautiful and touching — I am driven to tears by the poignancy of this story. Turbulent moments of desire and now the ashes of defeat…reminds me of a lamenting Aria…sadness like this brings one to question why love does not fight for itself…why do you suppose this is?
Works like this need to be published in a storybook of the greatest passion told.
Somewhere somehow it needs to be in PRINT ~
The last couple lines are exceptional!