On Love and Cobwebs
06:14 Jul 07 2010
Times Read: 585
"We were like vagrants hiding in the shadow cast by a cloud. In those few brief moments spent clutching each other with a drowned man’s vigor we sampled the bliss of loving someone as scarred and scared as ourselves. But just as quickly as the heavens fragmented and dispersed, so too did we. The full grace of that union would never be fully realized until we stood gasping, grasping at air and blinking into the sun. Wandering on just as we’d begun, feeling cheap and watching fireworks alone.
Now I’ve been running from that empty bed for days, it’s staring me down. Let me just rest my head here for a little while. I know this place is closing but I won’t see sleep for hours, waiting for the rising sun to shed some light. It reminds me that those shadows shelter but rusted memories rubbed raw by whiskey stained apathy, a mutated echo of decayed rapture, a bastardized amorous exaltation.
This corner is fine, I’d rather the company of cobwebs, they’re less tangled than the doings of men. I’m tired of struggling to purge this burden, relenting this dam only to look up to find their eyes frantically searching for a mirror of their own upon my features. It’s a suffocating, self conscious emptiness, a vacuous amphitheater thickly pulsing with insidious conceits and phantom applause. People hold hands to keep themselves grounded, using trysts as soft, warm pikes to hold fast to grass. These are not lovers. True lovers last only as long as the wax, defiant nostalgia will not stay the guttering candle flame, will not hold the sands of time at bay. These grains, these boulders erode and alter what is, there is no yield for men, for love. Love lasts only a moment.
Yessir, this corner is fine."
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