dead villains (issue #2: angelwing, devourer of worlds)

-this is step thirteen of twelve: falling backwards-


you were
    everything that i could have ever deprived myself
(or so i imagined you to be)

and i became fine with knowing
that maybe
was tantamount to never                                (complications
                                                                              [and justifiable ones]
                                                        ,cowardice)

but tonight the slight and supple twisting of bodies, and words
(premonitory scents of blood in the water)
begs
                            the question:

        was i right                                                      ...all along?



                                          that twitch - twitch
                                                    of a hand speaks volumes
                                    to one so versed









                                                        in silence









                                          but for one whose discourse is too easily filled
                          with    tip    touch    flirtations
                                                              (subtle as a stretching pupil)
                                                    it is easy to misinterpret



understanding may only be illusion
(the truth is buried in the muscles)
but even then...



appearances must be kept.