THE LIONS DEN

(THE FANTASTICKEST FANTASY) A STORY INSPIRED BY THE OBJECT OF MY AFFECTIONS.
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They were born of the nothingness...
He born before her took his first steps with no knowledge of her on a conscious level.
He spoke his first words before she even existed in this physicality.
She still an egg on a womb... a seed in a man.
She born knew nothing of him.
They born within blocks of each other but separated by time.
She a flower born into the garden life.
They born black in a land where black is a curse saw it not at all.
He raised on a battlezone grew warrior strong.
At times he cried... At times he raged.
Two sides of he unleashed on n unsuspecting society.
Death a large part of his reality for he lived hard.
Sometimes in the chaos he stopped and breathed deep as if searching for a scent.
His heart beat in a hollow cavity formed of lonesomeness.
He seeking solace thought it could be found in coitus, oh how wrong he was.
The first time they saw each other was a sad occasion...
Their cousin lie dead.
Victim of plague and tears were in their eyes.
She listened as he spoke while not recognizing the truth.
He spoke while not knowing the truth.
They being made for each other had more growing to do.
He and she walked away and lived separate lives.
He still living among the downtrodden denizens of this human had demons to face as did she.
He at time paused and wondered what her name might be.
She married to another though she had found the one.
He living with another whom he loved thought he could do this.
Time passing has a way though of tearing notions down and crashing stone walls to the ground.
They found themselves once again cast into the pit loneliness..
The years falling off into maybe one day and maybe never.
In the darkest hours they found each other on a cyber highway and held virtual hands...
They still not recognizing the inevitable
He heard her voice one such time as she in her despair squeezed his hand hard...
Time again interceded as they apart played more demons born of being of the chosen.
He in his wanting looking at she... She at him.
Holding nature at bay.
In the darkest hours he heard her words and they pulled him from the fortress built of crushed dreams bones.
He draped as if for war felt his heart melt as she enveloped him...
As he absorbed her.
They coalescing...
Became one.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY