( Photo from the Internet for illustration only)

He: Let’s be butterflies…we are butterflies

Me: See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant….

You and I are echoes of each other…cave like…unintelligible and nocturnal.

He: What I meant was that we went through terrifying changes to reach the beauty of us today…

Me: I just died in your arms tonight….*smiles*

( The accidental sufi was reading the poetry of Anna Akhmatova. Her rapture rider was just being his beautiful self) 🙂


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