A star-crossed tale

As the stars fall about me I know that I can no longer be imaginary. I lie here in the smooth velvet darkness of night, kaleidoscopic torments searing my soul with such exquisite agony that betimes I beg not to be. One single soul can save me yet for all my exquisite pain I have wished our convergence away, dust forgotten in the light of day.

Save me.

The whispered words skitter across the nexus of my agony. Wounds unseen cleave deeper than this mortal flesh. Flesh. In subtle moonlight I gaze upon the ripe curves of my desires yet dare not dream, dare not touch. ‘Tis too much. I look away. The toll is too much to pay today.

You wound, I yield. I confess, you shield. You reach, I run and so the dance is done, on and on, two wanting to be one. No more, I refuse. You lose. No more dancing, no more desire, I throw these things upon the brightly burning funeral pyre of our yearnings. I am done. I am gone. Finally alone, I have won.