Ode to My Lover

Prose: Alt; Frozen Heart

All four chambers of my heart are packed neatly into the bars of your irreplaceable sweetness. I unfold you harshly when life speaks gently; and softly in times of despair. You speak nothing but you do not need words as much as I do — for comfort reaches me instantly the moment my hands reach yours — a song we know by soul too. Your cold exterior vanishes instantly and melts on my tongue because that is what you were always destined for. Oh, how we were always meant to be! The same form of clay that made me, traveled and tangled itself to form grounds for you; to grow and find yourself back to me. Your initial form in which I never once met does not matter to me as long as I can consume the final you; which you’ve prepared for me to love. Oh, how the past only matters when I think back and appreciate all the hard work you’ve done; the terrible weather you endured for the wondrous gift you offer me in the present. Oh, how stars separated into dust and asteroids brought it down just so you could end up next to me, a prophecy fulfilling itself; just like the full moon at the end of her cycle. Oh, how it illuminates whenever we join hearts and you speak the language of your bite into my lips. Just like life itself, your bittersweet taste fills my mouth like a reminder of who I am and who you are — what it took for us to meet. How did life, as deceitful as it is, harvest this much divinity in one mouthful alone? The only part of you that reminds me you are not directly from heaven is the bitter aftertaste, grounding me in the tanginess of reality. I wonder what would you say to me, if we were to speak the same language? Would you console me by telling me that I also do offer myself to you as much as you offer yourself to me? Would your voice sound like my lover whose half of the soul I keep hidden in mine? Oh, how much my being craves your companionship; to consume you just like you have consumed me —for my eyes still remember your color. Oh, your sweetness might unleash upon anyone in consequence of one look! Do melt yourself upon my fingers so delicately and I promise to trace you back to eternity. Tell me, speak to me like my heart speaks to you — please— let me show you how much you mean to me using a scale, the enormity of which hasn’t been invented yet! Oh, you tawny beauty, the red wrapper is our only separation. Do not worry ever about its absence, for I will coat a protective layer against the harsh winds and the iciness of the rain with my own blood; the sweetness of which only blames you. Enter my veins and plant yourself — for it is also a copy of your past soil; this time peaceful, this time forever. Let us merge together, let the chambers of my heart remember your form by soul — let us be one!

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This is a letter to the Belgian bar of chocolate (which brand and image I do not possess) my uncle gifted to me circa 2022

and possibly other things.