Because I'm Addicted

My mind is filled with thoughts of you. 

                          Oh, how I love you so dearly. 

I can’t fathom the depths of your love for me, 

                                              
                                                 so I’ll keep sinking

                                                                      sinking

                                                                           sinking in this ocean of beauty.

Audric. My Audric. Forever mine. 

Just the sound of that makes me blush, makes my heart flutter.

Take me in your arms for the rest of our lives. 

Oh, to interwine myself with you—

                                                     all of me: body, mind, heart, soul.

The sound

             of your heartbeat.

                               Nor-uh. Nor-uh. Nor-uh. My love. My love. My love.

How do I tell you

                      just how much I love you?

I think you already know.

~*~

To my beloved,

Nyx, goddess of the night. Selene, goddess of the moon.

My queen, my goddess,

     More lovely than darkness

                               (Meant for intimate exchanges between lovers.

                   

               Perfect for us. For quiet nights with soft moonlight

                                                                   With softer skin and paler hair.

               Only our breath breaking barriers of silence,

                             Shivers, hums. Tickles and whispers.

                             The beating of our hearts, mine skipping, lurching. Tender kisses.)

More beautiful than Helen, 

                               than Aphrodite. Too lovely for words.

         (You know that's why you're cursed, don't you? 

                          Because your beauty incites jealous rage?)

My heart aches without your touch. My lungs crumble without your breath.

Your embrace is sweeter than honey, 

                              warmer than the afternoon sun.

I could lie here for hours, floating upon your love, 

     Feeling your laughter against my back, 

                         your kisses along my neck, 

                                 your fingers across my chest.

Sometimes We Just Jump

Can I just say how ridiculously validating it is to have other people tell you how great your writing is? At our first Epiphany Coffeehouse of the semester (tonight), I wrote up a narrative that kind of recaps Nora, Audric, and William's story--narrated by Nora when she's much older.

Nora overtook me while I read (which I love), and she's still so cock-sure and funny but also very willing to be vulnerable. Her voice shook when she recounted her life.

But I think one of my favorite parts was when, after she talks a bit about her sudden feelings for Audric, she said, "And then he [Audric] marries my sister." The whole room recoiled in outrage, which made us laugh. Of course she amended to "Well, almost."

One of my favorite comments of the evening was from one of my professors. The theme of the night was mythology--perfect for the fantasy backstory--and he asked if she was an Amazonian. Suddenly I realized that Nora could in fact be an Amazonian, and he listed several reasons why: how fierce she is, her fighting style, the horse, having a son, being a daughter of the king. I think some part of me channeled that race to build Nora's persona. Awesome. Thank you Oyola for that connection.

Another comment was from someone incredibly intelligent in my class. His poems were fantastic, and he told me I should look into publishing my work. He gave me some information on where to go. I should do that now, actually. (On a side note, in theory I shouldn't be publishing on my blog. Oops. I'll have to look into that.)

Another friend, whose work I also admire, called me a tease for reading something from a prequel of a main series that I haven't even published yet. Hahaha, love her.

Another girl noted who the main character of the main series would be. Ten points for her observation. He just doesn't become a main character until about midway through.

Someone else called me brilliant and told me she loved it.

My friend, who does amazing art and writes great entries on her blog Whatever Your Heart Desires (as well as other writings, though I haven't seen many), also complemented me, saying she wanted to read more.

My roommate even liked it. Just...aww shucks.

So...validation acquired. Thank You, God. I pray I may keep writing because it is truly humbling. Thank You.