Psyche and Eros

He came in darkness.

No face.

No name.

Only heat.

Only breath.

I opened.

He moved through me

like tide.

Like fire.

Like something eternal.

Every touch a question.

Every pause an answer.

I saw him once.

The light revealed desire.

I lost him.

I followed anyway.

Through fire.

Through doubt.

Through hunger in my bones.

When he returned,

I was pulse.

I was heat.

I was knowing.

And we became pulse.

And we became flame.

Reviews

[Perdition]

Quite the explosive opening. From there it follows the mythology in its rare of endings among few gods and mortals. The tempo and myths intertwined, a curiosity and wonder in such things incapable in a shallower world of wants and needs. Eternally Olympus as eternally wed. I really do need to brush up but I actually do recall this one as no one dies in a tragic manner and their love prevails even through darkness~.