Promises, Promises

Oct 09, 2007 22:35

How do I go back on my word? Sometimes in the world, it's the only thing you have. Why did I see going away, running away as the answer. He's right. It will follow me and chase me. I made a foolish vow. But if I break it, if I bring him a contract, and take back that vow, what does that make me in his eyes? Two years, that is a long time. Or longer. Why did I go into the store. Why did I let myself be caught. Why did I walk past it. It's not love. It's lust. I said it to Gautier. I want him, I want him so badly, like I want air to breathe. Like I want the sun on my face. Like I want the knowledge that the whole of the night court can provide. Like I want to be Dowayne. I am proof though. Proof of what happens when your Dowayne is gone. Elua I cannot think straight even in the quiet of the temple. I didn't go. I stayed, in my house, and then to the temple here. Will he hate me? Elua I want him so badly, I want the wall, and the ribbons, I want the stairs, the table, the bed, the silks, the floor. I want all of him.

vestiti boutique, dowayne, marcello, naamah's temple, night court, assignation, gautier

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