I’ll Let The Stories Tell You: Parçigal’s rant

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Sweet man, they have been telling our story all along. I’ll tell it to you as I heard it so just sit down and:

“Hear the sad rhyme of how love turned to lust, and lust invigorated love, and love shone brighter for the stain it rose above.” 21

Sugrbeat, it is day one and already are you floating in your peaceful, wet c/sea with “all foolish loves of men” and suddenly you said, “Thither I Fled.”

While later you said “Come hither” to me. And, hither I came.

You later told me, “I followed like a dog…tied by some soft bond of twinning.”

I saw your eye sparkle while you spoke it. I hear you in those moments of desire unexpressed, dear. It made me think the “perfect sage could make the perfect lover.” Singular purposed in their craft as I try to be for mine.

( “Fool! Later on. Not to tell her. Triple fool to fly away.” )

We met because “she read-and saw him but a beardless boy…quite powerless to destroy her life’s long peace; the ten year-walled city,

And then I said, “I think the poem is pretty.”

Howl we endeared “under the dim glory in the shrine of Artemis.” She is ally to me as Aura was to my sister. Do you remember that night we stayed over in a b&b? I told you a filthy version just to try to get rise from your denim, button fly.

“The heart’s pulse quickning; the fear; the increasing ecstasy of this. The foolishness of love”. And, yet, we “give love one chance before its wave retire,” and “Maytime shone in us; with words of art.”

“Unless my Alice be the sea,” you kept repeating.

“As you yield you

To love that is stronger than shame, no music but kisses, that pealed you their paean, proclaim: the sound of the sea is made still

The climax shall come unupbraided, obedient alone to our will.”


” it was impossible that she should come,” you said,

“Over the summer-coloured sea, alone, with love and laughter and tears for me.”

Therefore, not fearing anything, I came; lit my love’s candle at my body’s flame and fought with the fevers now that swell.

From Alice: An Adultery

Author: writtencasey

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