Fallen Moon of Peace

Try to evade the capturing eye of this white masculinity...
...This pureness that is so tainted with darkness that shivers run free within my body...
Every time we are close I think of our secret of betrayal...and then I sink at the feeling of being a stupid wretch.
I love him...I know that I do...
...But our few moments of peace beneath the full orange moon after twilight was complete bliss...
...Except for the nagging suspision that he might be watching...watching us and waiting.

You quietly walked over to me in my silence of mind and soul...
...my dark angel spoke out of me...
"It is nearly time." She said, although I knew not the meaning.
You crouched down softly and laid the silver and black knife down to the grass in front of me...plainly where I could see it...
...I placed my own beside it...
...My darkness said I would need to bring the extra knife...and the keys to my apartment.
We sat so still beside each other...the peace of the moon behind us, portraying shadow and prophesy.
Then you took my pale hand...placed it on your arm. Took the knife and gave it to my other hand and with a gentle nod motioned for me to cut your arm.
I took up the blade from your hand and leaned my head in close.
Then with careful precision...
...I made my cut of lust into your open flesh and longed to drink your life.
With a tender hand you cradle my head to your arm, where I grasped your arm in both of mine and drank lovingly from your veins.
Red life dripping silently down my chin; it tickled, so I wiped it away with my tongue.
You took two drops of your blood and placed it on both my lower and upper lips...I licked it away for remembrance.
Then as you drank from me, your hand went to my neck so silently...the majestic shadows could not read the lines of intense care that flowed from us in the night's warm breeze.
The breath of midnight held us captivated in each other's embrace as we sidled closer to each other's warmth.
Your heart beat faster, as did mine...what we were doing was wrong...for I am promised to another. And I love him.
...But cuddle we did in that forbidden park...drinking in the solitude of peace and darkness.
Your lips found their tenacious way to my throat and traveled up and down my veins...the warmth of your nostrils' breath was intoxicating as I tilted my head back in invitation...
Then...when all the intimacy had been absorbed into our conscious...our conscience was revived and I felt hopeless...
I stroked your face as your lips found mine...the forbidden treat of lust granted...
We kissed our first and final kiss...for when I took everything in, I realized what I had done...
...I had marked my soul with betrayal...

I sat up straighter and just stared out into the void of the future...the empty park seeming peaceful still...but with a haunting, taunting atmosphere.
"We shouldn't do this..." I said with pain. "I'm so...so sorry."
With your forehead to my cheek, you said eerily, "I already know."
Then we both separated...
...Both contemplating our sin.
"I feel like an as-hole for saying this..."
"But..." I interjected.
"You already know what I am going to say."
"I know."
"He must never know."
"I know....This has never happened before..."
"Let's make this the last time."
"Yes..."

The last time...
To feel your touch...no. I must not think this way...I betrayed my soul...my life...my love. I committed the only sin that matters in this world...Love.

So I walked alone back to my apartment...hoping against hope that I might not need to cry.
I reached the door to the apartment. I was 3 am. in the morning...
I placed my hand on the doorknob.
.............................

It was locked.
My darkness had told me to bring my key when I had left...now I knew the reason.