Convulsio spargens

Your castle was meant to be mine. I destroyed your defences, mere fences intended for others but not for me.

After catapulting myself over the outer wall, a trifle made of stone and mortar, I nearly slipped into the moat of your saliva, the poisonous brew you let your tongue spew to keep out the weaker few. I made it across with my head up and my feet still dry but then I had to break through your castle gate of iron welded tight with spikes. Nimble fingers picked the lock with few wounds that someday will heal; your defences are not fences for me.

Inside your fortress I absorbed the details and planned my overtaking, anticipated my future wealth with the credit due for the black and the blues suffered from you. The hounds you sicced on me, well they never had a chance. They whimpered when I bared my teeth, their craggy creases crusted with dry corpuscles of the last suckle I pillaged, and ran for an easier meal than the likes of me. You’re the only one who could ever endure my savage grace and rabid embrace. I howled and barked for my triumphant sweep, your defences are not fences for me.

The last fight, the concluding contest, your supposititious tower was there for me to climb. Your window was a mysterious hole at the pinnacle, the absolute link to getting inside of you. I scaled the tower, nails bent back, fingertips bloodied and bruised, toes scraped and cut with attempts at getting a foothold. My muscles ached when I fell through, an empty space that left me grasping at the nothingness that was left there of you. My echoes screamed and wailed back at me, your defences are not fences for me.

My body bent back out over the crenelle, searching for another clue, and all I saw below me was the shadowy chasm of you. Lurching on the ledge, suffering from a slow swing, in the end I would rather mumble than sing because this bastion is about to smash me. I made the lustral dive, hoping to be swallowed up by you. I don’t know anymore, I haven’t hit the bottom yet and you haven’t posted the sign that indeed, your fences are defences for me.

This is the only sense I can make now, the only clarification on the enigmatic last word uttered, love.