Dedication to a Lost Lord
Yone
This fuck I dedicate to you.
The gasp, the thrust, the sucking of pleasure
and unexpected feeling
in a dark, dull world.
The light and breadth of colour of a realm you will never see again
he tasted on these lips.
His hand on my face, joined by his mouth
trailing
reverently
down
my
neck
to congregate at my breast
soothed the cold blue memory of your pain
and grazing teeth sweetened the blood,
my blood –
our blood
in a eulogy of Life.
If only the fingertips lazily running rings across my back
mimicking the shape of my mouth
raising faerie circles on my skin
and leading it in a dance to his tune
If only those fingertips
had held out to you a number, my Prince.
Protection of a kind you didn't know
Or didn't have.
We moved together
bathed in darkness as Nightmares seek recompense for the promise they made to your flesh.
The love we made was fraught: tempestuous, angry and soft by turns
my lover, a mortal no more
the staying power of a fae paramore
Overcast
by your leaving
or by the desaturated sensation of this lesser world?
I do not know.
The promise, once extracted, renewed the heat between my legs
The excitement
of things
to come
would please your highness
as much
or more
than the mewling keening cries of a subject
subjected to the pleasure promised by his respect.
He cradled me in his arms
as I lay empty and bereft
Did not defile
and his denial of your end
Softened (somewhat) my loathing of this realm.
While Nightmare reigns in your stead
we may tussle in long grass
against
beneath
age old trees
and I wonder, my Prince
if bloodsuckers gain dimensions when the True Sol is at its zenith.
Kindred soulless we
hunted for our difference
yet two can feel passion as one
can read loyalty and need and care through a number
is the soul the only thing
They care about?
Soulless aye, but what of vengeance
hot and hard and wanting
taking all in its path
Only to reach completion as suddenly as it began.
Sated and grateful to the ashes in its wake
for the payment of their Debt.
We will find the one most intimately tied to you, my Prince
Or blessed Nightmares will reign again.
