Arcadia

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I found love in black and white, next to the ruins of a monochrome monument, the wasted memory of martyrs of a long lost in time. I found love in the glow of my rectangle, sparkles and metallic glints at the tip of my skin. I found love on the walls of our temple, the shrine to the goddess of the unloved, the reviver of dead dreams, the destroyer of vision, the patron saint of hypocrites, the one who takes and never gives. I found love under her skin, in red and black. I found love in the voice of the poets as they shouted their war cries, the ebb of their veins on the skin. I found love behind a mask, in passing glances of our rebellion against aeons of black euphoria.

I found you in a place with no darkness. A place beyond the realm of my obscured line of sight, behind the walls of utopia. A warm place with no memory.

I fell in love as the light of last sunset kissed the blue.