Love is a Falling

“That is what I love about you. You think before you act”. Jackie said smiling. She meant the thought before he loved her, but really he thought of nothing. He still could not understand how Jackie could become everything. No, he never knew of a place called Love. Not of the hills and spires covered with trees that populate that wasteland of overgrown vegetation. For as alive as it could be, dead also as rotten flesh; pungent and inescapable. Something sickly perverse draws a like a dream only a child could conceive; making one like Death, to haunt a land of Affection. He drew like a ghoul upon something holy, Becoming drunk as dry sand drinks water and likewise always wanting. “oh! How the lights sparkle here dear, Oh! How they shine”. After a while the undead became false life. Flowers grew from his mouth and the petals covered her face. Now her face was lovely above all. The green vines thick from his hands grew upon her head. Her hair became the finest thread. As lovely as lovely could be, Saw only he the loveliest she. “My love, my love the petals that fall are still falling on your face”.