Waking to kisses left on the cheek.
To tender whispers of endless «Mano graži svajonė, mano fantazija. Mano šviesa, mano tamsa..»
To feel his breath, hear the soft, muted rhythm of his sleep.
Rising before dawn to steal glimpses of vulnerability in human guise — how seamlessly it merges with strength.
How fragile he becomes when shedding rules and dogma.
How tender, warm, when fatigue claims him.
How many more kisses I must leave on his skin. How many embraces, clasped hands, standing beside him when others flee.
To listen to the silence between his words — the kind that hides an abyss I know by shivers.
To memorize the curve of his shoulder blades beneath thin fabric — a map of territories none but I have tread.
He called it a “dialogue without words” — our dance on a knife’s edge, where every step smells of copper and lavender.
His fingers gripping my palm as if carving a confession from bone. And I let him.
“You unravel my symmetry, Will,” he whispers at dawn, and I hear it as praise.
His rules fray at the seams; my principles long reduced to ash on the tongue of one who plays with fire.
Sometimes he resembles a cathedral — grand, cold, yet in its narrow stained glass, my silhouette reflects.
And I pray for these walls to collapse, burying us beneath the weight of the unspoken.
His lips inscribe poetry in dead languages on my skin, and I learn to read them — slowly, ravenously.
We piece each other from shards, but carefully: we know the cost of a cut.
“Mylėk mane tamsą”, he murmurs in sleep, and I wonder: is this plea or curse?
Perhaps we’ve passed the point of return, where light burns too bright to be called salvation.
Tomorrow he’ll don his web of threads — a three-piece suit, immaculate lines, a predator’s gaze.
But I’ll spot the marks of my teeth on his collarbone and smile. We both know the rules of this game.
And when the world demands blood, I’ll offer the knife hilt-first — not from mercy, but to hear him pray my name.
- «Mano graži svajonė, mano fantazija. Mano šviesa, mano tamsa..» — “My beautiful dream, my fantasy. My light, my darkness…”
- «Mylėk mane tamsą» — “Love me as the darkness.”
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