@realitv ( HDTVTITS ) prompted ❝ This will be my last confession, [ the sound of a car rear ending another at an intersection; followed by the blaring of a horn ] never felt like any blessing. ❞ + their husband The Law, Himself.
𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 : 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐃 there are no unfinished contracts , a beauty no camera could comprehend , not made for 4k or sparkling hdtv. a beauty that had been instead captured in radio waves , crackling audio , blue ink for authenticity. black ink for notary. there’s a form in his pocket , soft with creases , folded and refolded again , worn. it sits in the breast pocket of his suit. above his heart. SOMEWHERE : the copies sit , in triplicate , signatures stark on white paper and written with shared hands. SOMEWHERE : there is a ring on a finger , set with bone. SOMEWHERE , here , that ring sits snug against his skin , hands laced together , the unrelenting constancy of their being woven together , words and images and THE LETTER OF THE LAW.
something in him flooded , noah’s ark awash in a sea of drowning , the rest of the world ripped away on a high tide and all left was him and the plasticine perfection of their skin. their red , red mouth censored once and again , and this time not by his hands not by his mouth. there is a word tripping itself across their tongues , to be shared in the press of lips and shared breath. WIRES CROSSED thoughts and words stuttering around a four lettered word. he breathes it against their skin , a flush of air , and in the distance , louder now , the sounds of sirens drown him out. AFFECTION , not unlike a knife shone in the light of his eyes at the very impression of the mass media’s smile. he’d known the cousin of affection : adoration , and had turned it toward them with abandon.
ever gentle , what it means to know the pain of too much tenderness , the intolerable aching longing of it. HUNGER FINDS ITSELF IN YOUR CHEST , bloody , human , he is flesh and bone , rigidity against their lush ever changing sound stage. hunger makes itself known in the clench of your jaw , the pooling saliva under your tongue. BLEEDING WILLINGLY , JOYFULLY , what is love , what is a god if not a craving fulfilled ? they are vibrant , too bright , a contrast so high it hurts to look at , the humanity in them is screaming it’s loneliness , a swollen richly colored regret , he thinks , shut up , i’m right here. swallows what they offer , the vulnerability and the concession. WHAT IS YOUR HAND IN MINE IF NOT A PROMISE ?
he has tasted the harmonies of their throat , the perfect machinations of them and he is sick of it. wants to be the thing they scream when they are hungry for love. to satisfy their hunger. were this an articulated scene , PERFECTLY FOLLOWING THEIR SCRIPT , they’d stand in the rain , both punishing and gentle in turns , the orchestra would bloom with the thunder and the lightning. his eyes do not stray from them , what is love if not bearing witness ? reaching out with his gaze to affirm their existence. IN THE RECKLESS GRITTY CHAOS OF AN UNSCRIPTED WORLD THEY ARE LOVED. THEY ARE SEEN. to press into their skin , lips and tongue and a ghost of breath , he speaks and the sirens get louder , swallow the sound of his voice. he wants memories of this to stick behind their teeth , to wake them in the dead of night. hungry.
his words the color of a cautious dawn , “ an eventuality , scripted. the finale we have all waited for. “ a hint of amusement in the curve of his lips , the corner of his mouth , rose tinted with indulgence. “ at least you didn’t use that for the vows. “
