His flesh yearned as he laid deep within her breast, so deep, so proud as if he claimed his stake as if he had dominated his greatest conquest. So loud, so new, so beautiful, so luminous that it could blind all that would peer through;the depths that could echo his yearning flesh into millions of stars seeking the blindness of night though his love so sweet yet, so deeply intertwined beneath the delicate soft saturated sheets. His flesh yearned another layer of life that he buried so deep amongst his burrowed pride. So illuminating, so everlasting true for he felt a sense of idolatry and she felt his edacious lovely truth.
Broken into pieces, shattered into a myriad of infinite fragments that left imprints that can’t be replaced. The bond that held the glue together became undone and so did his love. The numbing echo of opaque pieces left forsaken were for her to fix as she fixed most of the myriad of infinite pieces that laid across her open wounds, the salt never numbed the pain but the pieces were left untouched only to be restored by an unimaginable silhouette that shadowed the unforeseen magnificence of her life and of her love.
James Jebusa Shannon- The Sevres Vase
“When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.” – Oscar Wilde