The first time I saw you
my heart leapt in recognition
and I closed my eyes
against the visions invading
into the edge of my sight
like stormclouds.
The first time I touched you
my skin sang with fulfillment
and I choked
on the prophecy rising
in my throat
like bile.
The first time I kissed you
my lips trembled with promise
and I stopped breathing
to escape the blood-stench swimming
inside my mouth
like poison.
And the last time I see you––
with my hand upon your skin
with your lips pressed to mine
I will open my eyes wide
breathe deep with gaping mouth
and watch the promised future crashing around us
like the crumbling columns
of a forgotten temple.
the Oracle’s love, or why Cassandra never had a lover ( j.p. )
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