Night Torment

I came to you once again. It was sometime late evening. The breeze was soft and dry, I could feel my hair gently moving around my face. I felt naked, just legs to move me and a body grown slight. The desert was eerie at night, all the red gone dark. I walked until I knew, until I sensed you. I could not see you, but in the light of the moon there were shadows. They were all yours, as everything is.

Then you were right there, behind me, your fiery breath making my skin scream. I was not afraid. I felt you touch your fingertips to my back, trace them down my skin. I wanted to moan, to bite something, but I kept to a restrained shiver. I would know no man like I knew you. You would always be there, watching, laughing silently.

I had told myself something different. But you climbed your latter and I fell into your arms. We had met at the divide, Earth. We met there now, always. There was something too painful to speak about that lurked within this quiet agreement. Forever doesn't exist. And time is cruel.

"Why do you taunt them like you do?" I whispered.

You waited until I nearly believed you would not answer.

"For the infinite amount of minutes my flesh has burned in the flames, there is nothing that torments me more than watching them feast upon you."

It was the weakest statement you had ever made. It brought silver tears into my eyes. I turned to you then, in the moonlight I could just make out your dark features, eyes cast down. I cradled your face in my hands and kissed you with my soul. Your lips burned mine. Beyond the hurt was lust, lust that ran so much deeper than the figure.