What I didn't say to him

Choppy Recollections

Theodore, listen to me. The Holy words, they've come to me, descended from the Heavens. Grieve not love, life has hope, for you, for me. Sans amour, what is this life, this existence? Without devotion, why live? They spoke to me in hushed tones, sang to me His Holy songs and I listened, enraptured. So Theodore, where have you come from? Now you are my brother and I shall embrace you, decorate your cheeks with warm kisses. Such is my love. Take be by the hand, Theodore, and lead me to that what I desire. But that isn't what I desire...

I melted under your touch, soft and genuine were your welcomes to me. We walked hand in hand, we did, like two lost lovers. In your hand was my sweaty palm and in your breath a forgotten song. A little short but we'll make it work, your nature and mine are a perfect fit. But you don't want me, you're merely fascinated. But I'm more than fascinated, by you, by the way you took my hand. And led me to that which I wanted not, but you thought that I did. I wanted you.