Avowed

as the winds change and offer a northernly breeze, they blow the cold down from the poles to cleanse all that was made filthy by man. These are the days of fall, autumn and slumber. These are the days the soul reaches low to the ground and smells the charred leaves scorched by the sun and the drier, colder air. I like the way it stirs within my core to want to be out and be seen. To stalk the night and claim what is mine under the light of the stars alone. I like that I will find you there and that you will fear me but still remain drawn as a moth to a flame. It is hot and it burns and yearns for something it hasn't found yet.

Once upon a time ago you were born. To eat and sleep and run and gather and hunt and defecate in your existence. I was there watching you and taking in the leanness of your figure and the control and ease to which it moved from one task to another. I knew your scent and felt the warmth whenever you came near and ached to reach out and touch you from the shadows where I stood, but did not, fearing what it will change about you once you were tainted by my blackness in the night. You smiled at someone and I swear I screamed inside wanting to rip them to shreds for taking what is most dear to me without it ever having known the sweet caress of my passionate side. They came upon you close enough to foul my nostrils and I wretched in torture at the mere sight and smell of them wanting nothing from them but the cool steamy release of death's kiss to befall them. You are mine and yet you are unaware how much of mine you are. I knew at once when you smiled at me in that way and decided that I was interesting enough to investigate.

Now I am alone in the shadows once again and still mesmerized by your space. I will watch until the end of time, even when the fates bring me slumber and close my eyes, you will be seen only there, in that secret place. You lay naked beside me caressing me and licking my flesh as I would yours and sweating in unison as we belong to one another without secret or shame. I want you and you know because I was bold enough to claim you out loud. You heard me and there was no question as to what the intention was. But alas, you are mortal in a way my heart would never be and fear more than I kill, and in that, I am not taken seriously. My words don't hold merit in this world. I know this. But I also know that it will be imprinted on you forever as it has before you and will be long after you with that which is mine. You are marked now and bear the invisible scar of what you mean to me and I would love nothing more than to bring what cannot be seen to the light of man so they will know, all the "theys" will know that you are special because you are mine. Never has one come so close to me in spirit and never has one bound me inside that my gut wrenches free from its mass and wants to throw itself out to make more room for you. I love you, dear and you will feel that love forever. I pray that it poisons you and blackens you and lets you have sight of night so that you will find me again and be forever not apart. You know in your heart...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.