smoulder

[Genesis]

today, I did it for you.
today, I did it for the countless ante meridiem hours of shade in which you got to hear me kick and twist about in our shared room.
I did it for the days you tried to reach out to me, be it in vain or desperation.
I did it for the complicity we found in none other during those days.

I cry at my lowest.
You irradiate everyone at yours.

today, I did it for the distance.
I did it for our hollowed-out hearts drifting elsewhere, be it ashore or deep
for there's space within, one we found filled with others' stares
today, I did it, Xenia.

I scream of the top of my lungs at my lowest.
You try and catch me anyway.

can I beg to remember it? the sound of your voice from the other side of our separators?
flush dangling freely at your head's cusp and waist? that sweet, chirpy, tense and unbearable melody?
the staccato in your character? the scarce and warm legato between intervals of your company?
today I do.

can I beg to remember it? The plea in her blue eyes? The azure of her mane?
My hand at her throat. The press of my nails?
My teeth sinking into her neck? And the flavor of royal blood leaving my buds, once I spit over what's left of her as she did you?
today I do.

today, I did it for you.

tomorrow, we'll see.