ᵃⁿ ᵃᵇᵃᵗᵗᵒᶦʳ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˡᶦᵉˢ ᵃᵗ ʰᶦˢ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ. ᵉʳᵒˢ ᶦᵐᵖᵃˡᵉᵈ & ᵃᵐᵇʳᵒˢᶦᵃ ⁿᵉᶜᵗᵃʳ ᵖᵒᶦˢᵒⁿᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵈˢ. ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ʰᶦˢ ˢᵃᶜᶜʰᵃʳᶦⁿᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵉᵈ ʰᶦᵐ, ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ, ᵃˢ ᶦᵗ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵈᵒᵉˢ & ᶦᵗ ʰᵃˢ ᶠᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ. he will die for love. he will burn for it, greedily & blindly, outstretched charred hands grasping the flames forevermore. ᵐᵉᵖʰᶦᵗᶦᶜˡʸ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗᵎ “ i have never said that you belong to anyone other than yourself. do you think i would imply otherwise? ” wisteria withers & all of love’s petals turns to a marcescent despair. ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵃˡᶦᵛᵉ: ʰᶦˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰˡᵉˢˢ, ᵃᵉᵒⁿᶦᵃⁿ ᵈᶦᵛᶦⁿᶦᵗʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʰᶦˢ ᵖʳᶦᵈᵉ. ʰᵉ ᶦˢ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᶠᵃᵗᵉ. ʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿᶦᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵇᵒⁿᵈ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ. ᵃ ᵛᵘˡⁿᵉʳᵒˢᵉ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵘʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵃᵗʰᵃⁿᵃˢʸ ᵈᵉᵛᶦˡ. “ what do i know of you & him? ⁿᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ, ᶦ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉ. ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ, ᵗʰᵉⁿ. ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵒᶠ. ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈᵉᶜᶦˢᶦᵒⁿ, ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᶦˡˡ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶜʰᶦˡᵈʳᵉⁿ & ᵈᶦᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦᵐ, ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶦᵗ. let me ask you … ” ʰᵉ ᶦˢ ˢʷᶦᶠᵗ & ˢᵘʳᵉ⁻ᶠᵒᵒᵗᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦˢ ˢᵗᵉᵖˢ ᵘⁿᵗᶦˡ ʰᵉ ᶦˢ ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ. ʰᵉ, ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉˡᶠᶦˢʰ ᵛᶦˡˡᵃᶦⁿ, ᵃˡˡᵒʷˢ ʰᶦᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵖʳᶦᵛᵃᵗᵉ ᵈᵉˡᶦᶜᵃᶜᶦᵉˢ. there is no guilt to be found in a black heart! he is damned, there is nothing else to fear. ᶠᶦⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᶜᵃˢᶜᵃᵈᵉ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿˢᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ, ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ, ˢᵒᶠᵗˡʸ, ˢᶦˡᵏ ᵖᵉᵗᵃˡˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ. ᶜᵒˡᵈ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵉˢʰ. ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵍˡᶦᵈᵉ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵒʷⁿ, ᵗʳᵃᶦˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵃʳᵐ, ˡᵉᶦˢᵘʳᵉˡʸ & ᵈᵉˡᶦᶜᵃᵗᵉˡʸ, as if he himself controls the slow passage of time. perhaps he does. “ does it feel the same, with him? ” ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᵃ ʷʰᶦˢᵖᵉʳ. ᵃ ᵈᵘˡᶜᵉᵗ ᶻᵉᵖʰʸʳ ᶦⁿ ᵗᶦᵐᵇʳᵉ, “ when he touches you, like this, do you feel your skin on fire, reawakening to every movement? like your soul & body calls to him. ” ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦˢ ˢᶦˡᵉⁿᵗ. ⁿᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵈᵃʳᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᶦʳ & ᶜᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶦˢᵖˡᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃⁿᵈᶦᵈ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ. what shall be godly enough to interrupt the fates? what stands against the invention of love? ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉˢ ʰᶦˢ ˡᶦᵖˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏᶦⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ ʰᶦˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᵉᵈ, ᵃᵍᵒⁿᶦᶻᶦⁿᵍˡʸ ˢˡᵒʷ ʸᵉᵗ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵈᶦˢᵖˡᵃʸᵎ ᵗʰᵉⁿ, ʰᵉ ᶠᶦⁿᵈˢ ʰᶦˢ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ: ᵠᵘᶦᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ, ᵃ ʰᵘˢʰᵉᵈ ᶠᵃᶦⁿᵗ ʷʰᶦˢᵖᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ, “ does it feel the same when he kisses you? does it feel like this? like there is nothing more right nor more beautiful in the world? i know not of your love, i only know of this. ” ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵗᵒᵒ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿᵎ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵒᶠ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ ʳᵉᵗʳᵉᵃᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᶦˢ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ’ˢ ˢᶦˡᵏ ᶜᵘʳᵗᵃᶦⁿ. ⁿᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ʷᶦᵗʰᶦⁿ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵈᶦˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ, ⁿᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒⁿ’ˢ ᵍˡᵒʷ, ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ, ᵃⁿ ᶦⁿᶜᵃʳⁿᵃᵈᶦⁿᵉ ˢᵐᶦˡᵉ ᵗᵃᶦⁿᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶦᵖˢ. “ it’s getting dark. ”
this body , this damned ravenous thing , it does not belong to her . ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵃᵈ ʰᵉ ˢʷᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˀ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵃᵈ ˢʰᵉ ˡᵉᵗ ʰᶦᵐ ˀ ᶠᵒʳˢᵃᵏᵉⁿ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ / ᵃ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿ . bless’d breath ‘pon her neck . ᶦˢ ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵖᵒᵉᵗ ˀ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᶦˡᵉ , ᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵗᵉⁿˢᶦᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰʸ ˢᵒᵘˡ . ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵖʳᵒᵘᵗ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵉᵍˡᵃⁿᵗᶦⁿᵉˢ , ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ , ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ˢᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᶦˢᵖˡᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳˢ ʰᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ , ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶠᵒˡᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉᵐˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ & ʳᵉᵖᵉⁿᵗ . ❝ caleb ――― ❞ ᶜʸᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵃ ᶜʰᵒᵏᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵉʳᵇᵒᵗᵉⁿ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖᵃʳᵗᶦⁿᵍ ˡᶦᵖˢ . ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗᵃᶜᶦᵗᵘʳⁿ . ʰᵉʳ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˡʸ / ᵃⁿ ᵉᶜʰᵒ ᵒᶠ ᶦʳᵉ’ˢ ʳᵉᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ . ˢᵏᶦⁿ & ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵗʰʳᵘᵐᵐᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃʳᶜʰᵃᶦᶜ ᵍᵒᵈˢ . the caressing rhythm of heartbeats . ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵃᵍᵒⁿᶦᶻᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵘʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ , ʳᵘˢʰᶦⁿᵍ . ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵐᵒᵒⁿ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉⁿˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ . ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵈᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵈᶦⁿᵍ , ʷʰᶦˢᵖᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿ ᶦˢ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵇᵉʷᶦˡᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵉʸᵉˢ . ˢʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵃʳᵉ . ʳᵉᶦⁿᶜᵃʳⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵒʳᵖʰᵉᵘˢ , ˢᵉᵉᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦˢ ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ , ᵈᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˡᵃʸˢ ᵒ’ᵉʳ ᵒᵇˢᶦᵈᶦᵃⁿ ⁻ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉᵈ ᵖᵉⁿᵘᵐᵇʳᵃˢ . ❝ you ask me if it feels the same . . . but i cannot remember what it feels like to be truly kissed by you , to feel your mouth upon mine . let me demand something of you . . . ❞ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ⁻ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵃˡ ᵐᵉᵉᵗˢ ᶦᵗˢ ᵈᵉᵐᶦˢᵉ ‘ⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦˢ ˢᵐᶦˡᵉ . ˢʰᵉ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ , ˢᵒ ʷʰʸ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢʰᵉ ᵃᵇᶦᵈᵉ ᵇʸ ᵐᵃⁿ’ˢ ᵐᵒʳᵃˡᶦᵗʸ ˀ ᶠᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ . ᵉˢᵘʳᶦᵉⁿᵗ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ . ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᶦⁿᵈ ᶜᵃʳʳʸ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ˀ ʰᵉʳ ˢᶦⁿ ᶦˢ ˢᵒ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿ . ʰᵉʳ ᶠᶦⁿᵍᵉʳˢ , ˡᶦᵍʰᵗ & ᵖᵉʳˢᶦˢᵗᵉⁿᵗ , ᵗʳᵃᶜᶦⁿᵍ ʰᶦˢ ʲᵃʷ . let her be devoured . ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦˢ ˢʰᵉ , ᶦᶠ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᶦˢ ᵒˡᵈ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍᶦⁿᵍ ˀ ᵉᵘᵖʰᵒⁿᶦᵒᵘˢ ʷʰᶦˢᵖᵉʳ , ᵃ ᵖˡᵉᵃ ᵈᶦˢᵍᵘᶦˢᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵃⁿᵈ . ᵃ ᵈᶦˢᶜᶦᵖˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵃᶜʰᵉ . ᵍʳᵒᵗᵉˢᵠᵘᵉ ᶜʳᶦᵐᵉ . ˢᵉʳᵃᵖʰ ⁻ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ . ❝ kiss me . kiss me & then i will tell you if it feels the same . ❞