The Falling of the Rapture

I tilt your head back and stroke your neck.

Your beautiful neck sweet and surgary.

You look at me with your water eyes.

And then…

………you speak.

Your voice, rich and soothing, honey streaming down my raw throat. Rebuilding my insides.

And then…

……….I hear you

The words are formed. A meaning being passed from your mouth to my ear.

And then…

………..I break.

Your words are fire to my ears.

They burn into my brain.

My eyes search for something to soothe them.

Naturally, they go to your voice for help, but are greeted to

a fiery death by your words. Their meaning.

Their deadly, deceived meaning.

And then…….

………….I scream to you

I try to warn you that you are being tricked into death, but

I am mute and you are deaf. I describe the future, but you

are blind to anything but the present and the past.

………..we give up

We turn away our shameful hearts to our stubborn ways.

And then……..

………….we die

We are greeted with hatred that should have been love – could

have been – would have been, passionate, soothing love.

We are greeted with voices without words.

Withouth meaning. Without sound. Without each other.