I need you,
She whispers. She smiles.
I need you,
But don’t you take it for weakness!
I need you because I choose to need you now!
I’m here, he says. Right by your side.
Your strong iridescent unquenchable light,
how could I see it any less but a precious delight?
In which I am basking and ready to die!
Don’t do that! she pleads.
Don’t make me your god!
I’m not! he retorts.
Gods are flawed; you are not!
Oh, stop it! You are teasing me now! Enough!
Oh, darling it’s pleasing I...
Shh, don’t talk.
Pleasing it is then, my dear,
Let me look at your...
Darling?! He’s rather amused.
How bold of you! But I am yours to use!
Use how?
However, you please.
Oh dear, she gasps as he sinks to his knees...