The first night was madness. Flames, like fiery hands, grappled and pulled us towards the gates of hell, burning as hot as our sins. Our minds fled with our souls, only to be caught in a psychedelic whirlpool of desire that left us speechless and breathless for the next few months.
I gathered your heart and mine, then I left. It was the fourth month, and April brought flowers and showers.
It must have been a year and a half. I turned my back from the giggles and the laughter of a crowded ballroom to catch you strutting in in your usual swagger. I had wanted to call to you, but your name got lost on my lips, my heart stopped beating and my mind forgot to tell me what to do.
I stood motionless.
*Word token courtesy of Terry.
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