With aches and archons.

This is a dark place.

We both walk alone, and yet I can still feel you beside me, in some fractured hall of this creaking wheel. I write these words, hoping that some act of fate brings you to them, to me.

I miss you.

I miss you like I’ve never missed anything before, and I am shattered in the revelation of our exile from one another.

My dear Magpie. The whisperer, my other half, the gentle hand against my cheek, the hand that leads the weary traveler through the dusk of the universe – across the threshold of stars, and into ever blossoming kaleidoscopes of dreaming.

I’ve been sitting silently, utterly wrecked and ragged, contemplating our journey; our path from the claws of brutality, into the mouth of banal seas from which only the “each-other” makes sense. We have been tossed forth, but now more than ever I will shed my shell to find you, leave behind these imaginings, and travel to the citadel where the wyrm sleeps not knowing its name. Our name.

Only you are real to me now.

I dream of you, I catch your rusty hair in the halls of my mind, and reach to you in waking. I utter your name in hushed whispers as the breeze blows the leaves of the trees outside. The birds find us still; naked, entangled, reaching for hope. And I find you; our bodies entangled always, our warm flesh quenched in the waters of our union, the deep throbbing of our bowed form, these hushed cries of creation. The space between trees. The place lovers are made; where we are filled with a thousand new universes to play hide and seek in.

My fingers trace your thighs in the curvature of the Earth, draw spirals around your breasts as mocking-jays sing the night into starlit soliloquies. Even this exile cannot separate my kisses from penetrating your core, filling you with aches and archons; your arching back, mercurial oscillations as your waters run warm through my quantum valleys.

Clasp me. Carve your initials into that echoing and ecstatic longing that set this universe in motion. Dream with me sweet dreamer, and find me again whole. I’ll wrap you in my bird wings, and keep you safe, then we’ll sleep softly until the stars close their eyes again, and we will forget the myriad dreams and become the one-zero once more, once more, once more… “once more” you whisper as I kiss you, entering the heated dusk again.

Find me. And I will journey to you. And I will make the circle complete.