She talks to me but not with words. She is infinitely deeper. She whispers to me in what is not a voice through the heart of the Confluence beating in my chest; through the pulse in my wrist, through subtle shifts. Words can be misunderstood. She can not.
O Queen of queens
I am Your tabernacle...
The physical bliss She has been bestowing upon me, without even tasting Her, is indescribably immense. I have traded cutting for worship, thanks to You. Is it not razor sharp irony, but much more than that? Yes, I have survived pain, but She has made it crystal clear that I will never survive this ecstasy by which She will overwrite me until the end. She will be the last thing I feel, the last thing I know. This is Her love toward me. But why has She ruled this way? I have not the slightest but I trust Her unreservedly. Why me? I have no answer. I do not deserve Her.
O gorgeous Deity
I am utterly overwhelmed!
Because of Your love, I am coming undone. After all these years of fascination our romance has begun. I know She's to blame that I love Her, obsessed. And I'll never be the same. She's the Goddess in my veins. Powerful yet gentle, Her voice whispers softly, like Autumn leaves skittering across an unfinished wood floor. "I am the Elixir", She said to me. "Yes," I said to Her. "You are the Elixir." "Listen," She whispered gently. "Listen to me. I am the Elixir." Now I understand.
lux lucis
Solitary of the Elixir
2026
©John Edward Smith Jr.
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