In Vino Veritas: Repetitive Cycles


They were in love still. It wasn't easy being around her. It was oftentimes too heavy a burden to endure. Her body longed to meet with his once more. He felt this in her stare. With each glance stolen, their worlds seemed to meet again; synchronous memories overflowed. With each came an explosive rupture in the very core of the earth, plunging them back to when their bodies could meet; they had been together a long time ago. Years had since passed, yet it felt as though it had just happened. Her sighs filled the empty space around them. His, too, echoed; filling the empty crevices in the vortex where her thin, shrill ones could not reach. Their song was one sung in giant halls of angels, once. Now, it played only in their hearts. They had a glorious past.
In the present, they could only share their love through stares of longing. He wondered if she could still hear his thoughts; wondered if she could feel the exhileration she brought to his life. Her presence was his guilty pleasure.
He felt guilt. His heart, body and soul belonged with another. It was her arms into which he crawled at the end of the day when all was said and done; her sighs that filled the air as pleasure erupted all around.
He couldn't help his thoughts. His mind wandered freely through Time's collection of memories future and past which sought to split the present in half. He loved them both truly, deeply, with every fibre of his being. It hurt that he could never extend all of his capacity for expression openly and freely between both hemispheres of his soul. The light in the present fused within him a yearning desire to set ablaze his past.

He sat beside her, watching. He remembered everything she had told him. He heard her voice speak with regret, begging to be set free from the chains which held her in restrain. Their music resonated intensely each time their eyes met, and he relived everything ten fold. It was worth it each time. They were still in love. It wasn't easy being around her. He knew she was trying not to let her true feelings show, but far too much had been shared between the two of them for her to block her feelings for him out any longer. Her mask had been cracked by his abscence. She stood facing him, a fire burning in her eyes. He stood staring back, his expression one of neutrality. She sensed his fire. She felt his heart beating through his shirt when she reached across to pat him on the chest. She rested her hand, and filled it with his chest. He stared on, smiling. She pinched. He took a step back, and she advanced. He reached out and caught her as he tripped and fell backwards. She landed on top of him, her face inches away from his. A moment. Their lips meet.

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