Chapter 10 of 28

Eros

These Gilded Words339 words~2 min read

[Series: Greek Love (GL)]

i

The languid lethargy that undulates within her bones, sinusoidal waves that lull her towards his saccharine love which cascades from the sky who weeps cumulonimbus tears of joy, drops painting her visage a serene Starry Night imbued with the scintillating sun whose rays deep onto her tongue, coalescing on her taste buds, and navigating through the labyrinth of her throat, threads of sunlight poking holes in her vocal cords and leaving not a crevice suffused with light, so all she utters are symphonies that climb the backbone of the Earth and trace themselves in the stratosphere and leave a tangy mist.

ii

She speaks in succulent syllables, an incarnation, a manifestation of an effervescent ecologue that breezes through his sun-kneeded meadow, dappling his polluted petals in her Nepenthe elixir and guiding him to her Elysian Fields that flush with flaxen flowers filled with a panoply of her polychromatic love and he ponders if Aphrodite used a gossamer thread to knit nectar in their veins and fabricate their hearts with pulchritudinous peonies pressed into the penumbras of their arteries. Myopic eyes gaze at her form dripping with a plethora of hues the pale Luna graced her with; an organic pallette. When twilight rules his monochrome reign, gravity loosens his vice grip and the shimmering stars tuck her in their gilded cores and whisk her away to the moon.

iii

Journeys to Selene's temple left her donned in the moon's regolith regalia, she fit the somnolent satellite into her soft soles, so when they choreographed a dance to the empyrean's rhapsodic resonance, every quickstep was littered with moon dust to the sempiternal soundtrack. Together they're a paradox, she controls his choppy syncopations yet she is the maker of his ruination. Their cells are filled with antimatter, for he is made with fractals of dynasties washed in bloody baptisms and she's the epitome of all things sweet. And when they collide in a cacophony of sound they'll cancel each other out in a tide of efflorescent energy.