Tiphareth
I’m staring at his eyes, because they are stars, and I’d somehow missed that before. They mesmerize me with their light.
Shining. Dancing. Full of the fire of eons.
“…Come back. Can you hear me? Attend. Come back.” He grabs my chin and holds me fast. “Can you hear me now?”
I flash agreement with my eyes. He’s used the language of instruction, so I neither speak nor move.
I can’t hear anything but him now, now that he is touching me. My entire being is attuned to him. Nothing outside us exists. His hand on my chin is a promise of ecstasy. I want more. I don’t want to let him go. Ever. I feel his being pulsing under his skin, and sense the passions he bottles up so well that he can’t even speak them aloud; and a terrible, consuming guilt when he looks at me. I sense the pain o
