Breath Of Life
The day I marry is the day I die, sis.
Unless it is the day I marry you.
There is no other way for us, my love, no other way for usbut this. I have loved you from the first. I will love you to the last. I will kiss you to kiss the bride who should be mine, the girl I have known for always, the woman who blossoms beneath my fingertips.
I would die for you, Lucrezia.
I love for you, Lucrezia.
You are the New World to me, the veins of gold running beneath the earth, the green goodness of nature slaking her lust. You are air and water and sunlight, and I grow strong. You breathe strength into me each time you will not kiss me, each time you sigh and turn your head away. You are the Sacrament to me, the body and the blood. I will have no body and no blood but yours. Let me spill my blood into your veins. Let me spend my body honouring yours.
Juan is dead and buried and past caring.
Let us create a new kind of brother and sisterhood.
I cannot lie and say there has been no one else, and yet it is true: there has never been anyone but you. The faces, the hands, the eyes, the throats were all yours. The silken skin, the delicate bones beneath were always yours. We have made love a thousand times before and you have never known it.
How could you forget me, sis?
How could you forget the way I said your name?
Your name is my Hail Mary, my Our Father, so what we do tonight must be holy. Only a saint could breathe the breath of life into me, so I must be your most devoted acolyte. All the angels and the archangels look down in jealousy that I live, that I touch you, that every moment with you is worth both the mortal and immortale fires. I worship you, and I tell you so with every part of myself. I devote myself to your adoration, and you tell me so when you cry out. No one will hear your voice in the dark, and no one will see. Come to me. Come with me. I am inside you as you are inside me, perhaps for one night, perhaps for eternity.
You are mine.
I love you.
I am yours.
Only a Borgia can truly love a Borgia.