June 23, 2012
“Neterit of URNES acclaim thee, Nehenuit ascribe praise to thee, thy word is Maat against thine enemies, thou givest tribulations to those who are condemned.”
Her scent always took Me back to a world of eternal sunshine, back to that secret garden where magic reigned supreme.
“I love you” My heart cried out, but not a word escaped. So I buried My face in her neck, lost in the tangle of her long, luxurious hair of midnight blue that reminded Me of starry desert skies of long ago.
Her blood now roaring in My veins, I wanted nothing more than to melt away in this beautiful dream. ”More?” she asked, offering her wrist, tiny bite wounds now healing fast. I didn’t want to deplete her so I declined.
Instead I kissed her lips; she responded by licking the tears off My face. It always made Me laugh, this habit of hers…I didn’t realize I was crying. She held Me ever closer, as I shook both in delight and exquisite pain, whispering “Shhh…I’m here now.”
Her heartbeat, how I love its rhythm!
Daybreak was fast approaching… drifting off to sleep, I heard her say “I will save you.”
Two months later, she’s dead.