origin of love

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<h2><center>origin of love</center></h2><center><i>Sophia de Augustine</i></center><center> I will fear no evil- for you are [[with me.->1]]</center> <center>[[Content Warnings]]</center>

<blockquote><i>origin of love</i> contains text-based portrayals of the following: - Cannibalism - Gore, injuries, violence - Ecclesiastical content - Consensual explicit sexual encounters</blockquote><center>[[RETURN->START]]</center>

glory be to the body splayed beneath me. a man is a <<button "cathedral">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("p1").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> all stained glass martyr-eyes <<button "fractured">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("p2").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> into a thousand scintillating points of <<button "light.">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("p3").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> pulsation, rumination how the light lingers in the soft hollows carved open to receive to be [[touched]]

and you love this man, (you really do) only you love him the way a wound bays for the knife a raw socket misses the tooth restless tongue probing <<button "cavernous ache.">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("p4").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> he handles you like <<button "a holy relic">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("p5").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> hands shaking, overcome puncture wound sharp- sudden tongue laving <<button "worship">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("p6").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> swallowing consumption as the highest form of [[devotion]]

under dawn’s soft light the soft contours of his body are well charted <<button "cartography">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("p7").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> the gentle rise and fall of his chest (how he snores a little as he sleeps) his heartbeat quickened urgent [[alive]]

you are aflame with open mouthed wanting all hungry need every constituent atom in dizzying tailspin electron clouds dense with <<button "possibility">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("p8").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> and clouded by desire cataclysmic collision conflagration not a pillar of salt but [[torrential holy fire.]]

the conjured phantasm of his body: eyes dark, pupils blown hair tousled, mouth parted voice soft with <<button "need">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("p9").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> (a fond kiss pressed to his hip) the shy slip of blankets revealing the junction of his legs split asunder hiked over your shoulder [[devoured]]

for the anniversary of your wedding: digging through archaeological sites ripping apart historical records piecing together changed geography from records of war, <<button "broken household pottery">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("p10").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> between the place they buried the working dogs and the iron spoke of a wheel he saw break down, notched where his knife was honed in long rasping strokes you found where [[his home once stood.]]

you wanted to give him something of his life back- something more than blood spray across fallow fields body felled like a tree remembering <<button "the axe">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(""); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("p11").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> the night that he died the night that he was [[born again.]]

your hand on his chest: <i>a little part of your hometown’s still with you</i> <i>you carry it in your heart.</i> <i><i>and i am here with you</i> <i>and things have changed</i> <i>yet things are the same</i> <i>because you’re here</i> <i>with someone who loves you.</i> <center>[[23:4->START]]</center>

he brings you to your knees desperate to touch, to taste one firm hand guiding you the honeycombed hexagons of confessional pressed into your inner thighs.

you know him inside and out: the downy softness of his skin, how it splits beneath the razor’s edge the slip and roil of flesh the wet gleaming heat

moonlight slides over his skin like filmy lace, like sheer nylons the elastic give and snap your husband laid bare beneath your sharp claws

in another lifetime where the blight didn’t take root you would have ached for him all your life without a name for that loss.

uncertain, at first growing in confidence until he pinions you beneath him breathless, hard like a butterfly skewered into florist's foam.

osculating curves, lapping blessed wine off of your sacrilegious body the crunch of cartilage the breaking of bone marrow melting over his tongue like communion.

your lover defines himself through your touch: here is his hip, held gently there is the bracket of his legs wrapped around your waist the inside of his thighs dug into with clumsy ardor the unmaking of a man, abloom with radiating heat eyes screwed shut in pleasure hands trembling uncontrollably nails scratching angry red furrows

you can walk into any room and you only have eyes for him. he is the axiom around which your world revolves the foundation, bedrock unshakeable faith

before him, you were unmoored in oceanic blue set adrift on the waves he is the lighthouse beacon beckoning you to shore.

moving house is a post mortem examination of the anatomy of a household discarding the chaff and picking through for the choice bits. you still have his victorian locket: a filigree heart, adorned with a dahlia: everlasting love, a lifelong commitment.

the culprit: decimated, no litanies no elegies no dirges obliterated from history.