Binary Star
Written by: A. Lincoln
One heartbeat is two heartbeats.
We drift among the sounds of laughter, the escape of dreams, the hope of contact. We swim against the current of reality, and then we slowly drift to shore – together. We reach towards the future, identical mirrors reflecting the struggles of our past, into an eternity of myth and longing memory.
You have been captured by the rapture of the impossible. I have snared you from the peaceful existence you thrived to master, and you have entered my arms with no hesitation. I have done nothing to deserve such happiness, yet you continue to lay your fingers on my cheek and inhale the breath of the dead.
I have been captured by the rapture of the impossible. You have snared me from soulless abandon, and I have entered your warmth with much hesitation. You have done everything to convince me of such happiness, yet I have battled with my demons to convince myself otherwise. But your whispers, silent in the constant cacophony of my mind, have reached farther than the stretch of the past.
One heartbeat is two heartbeats.
A soul understands the pull of time, the weave of lives intertwining. To say I have a soul means I have some conception of time, some hope in an eternity bound by the hands of a clock. I am undeserving of such faith, but, then again, I am undeserving of many things and God was lenient enough to allow me you.
I lay my ear across your flat stomach, remembering the turning of a soul celebrating the birth of a body. I remember our child, a girl whose skin sparkles less than her smile, whose eyes brighten our existences, whose voice pushes us into space. We orbit around beauty, a girl with a magnetic pull that shakes our very core.
One heartbeat is two heartbeats.
We can live forever because we're Edward and Bella, heartbeats crashing against the chest of eternity.
Fini
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