Cupid & Psyche- Part 2

  

Cupid’s Answer to Her Truth 

.....Where divine anger meets divine desire

So you speak, Psyche....

Bare, trembling, stripped of every lie.

Your truth lands on my skin

like a wounded star falling home.

You think I wanted perfection?

No......!

I wanted you.

Your flaws, your fear, your wandering ache.....

the whole fragile constellation of your humanity

that keeps me orbiting around you

like a punished god.

But hear me clearly.....

Your words burn.

To imagine another man

pressing his unearned warmth

against the body I shaped in destiny’s shadow....

It steels my veins with a fury

bright enough to blind Olympus, 

To melt down the entire Everest with the burning fire in my chest,

Yet even through that fire,

I feel something else....

Something older than betrayal,

Something deeper than pride:

Your soul leaning toward mine,

Like it always has,

Like it always will.

You faltered.

Yes.

You touched the wrong fate.

You let a mortal trespass

into my altar.

But you came back with truth

instead of excuses,

With confession instead of cowardice,

With longing instead of shame...........

and that, Psyche,

Is a devotion even gods rarely receive.

Come here.

Come closer, 

Let me have a taste of your fuller lips 

So ripen!

Let me touch your face,

not gently, no....

With the possession of a god

who waited too long in silence.

Let me grab your neck,

No not with gentleness but with the fury 

of a lord who wants to stain you in red...

Claim you like you belong to him and only him, 

No one else!

Let me bite your scarlet scars that you gained...

To remind you in every era, 

In every century you will bear my pain.

Let me feel the pulse in your throat

that still beats my name.

Let me see if your breath

still rises to meet mine

the way destiny intended.

Because I am still angry....

Don’t mistake this hunger for forgiveness.

Anger and desire wear the same scent

in beings born from fire.

But I am listening.

I am witnessing.

And I am choosing.

I choose you...

Not because myth demands it,

Not because fate scripted it,

But because even wounded,

Even imperfect,

Even wandering......

You are the only soul

that has ever made my immortality feel alive.

If you are to be mine again,

Then it will not be as a goddess begging grace,

But as the woman whose truth

tamed a god’s wrath

and lit his desire

into something holy.

Come closer let me block your breath, 

Come closer let me have you all over like It's death.

Let us write the next chapter

with our mouths,

Our hands, 

And

Our destiny-cursed hearts.

Just when Pyche and Cupid kissed then fate intervened with a dark twist......

When Fate Breaks the Reconciliation 

They are still wrapped in each other....

Like a snake curling and sniffling around a tortoise....

Cupid’s wings cocooned around Psyche,

Giving her shelter armored by his widen arms....

Her breath tangled with his,

Their kiss still echoing in the marble of silence.....

When the air suddenly shivers.

A cold wind slices through the room,

Thin as a blade,

Sharp as prophecy.

Psyche stiffens in fright....

Cupid’s wings flare wide..... 

A voice......

Ancient, dark and merciless....

threads through the shadows:

“You think love can rewrite a myth?”

The torches dim.

The floor trembles.

The chandelier above them rattles

as if fragile and brittle.....

From the darkness, the Saturn appear—

The three Fates.....Mars, Venus and Saturn,

Cloaked in threads of past, present, and future.

They do not walk;

They arrive, like inevitability, like infinity.....

Psyche clings to Cupid’s chest, 

She hugged him tight like a worm.... 

Cupid steps in front of her,

“Stay behind me,” he growls.. 

In a tough masculine voice he commands....

But Fate only laughs.

The three stars smirks....

Saturn points his taunts at Psyche,

“You returned to him,” he says,

his voice a blade of ice....

“How touching"

But reconciliation was never written in your thread.”

Cupid snarls,

A sound that shakes the pillars.

“You have cut enough from us!

What more do you want?”

Mars lifts the scroll....

and on it, Psyche sees her own life-line:

Frayed, splintering,

almost torn.

 Venus whispers,

“For every sin, there is a price.

For every betrayal, a consequence.

You, Psyche, have altered your destiny

by touching a man

who was not written for you.”

Psyche’s breath catches, 

She almost stopped breathing....

Her knees weaken.

A cold bloom of dread opens under her ribs...

Her lungs exploded, 

Her eyes teary....

She knows that she faltered... 

She did a mistake, but,

Why fate needs to be so cruel?!

Cupid pulls her closer,

His voice breaking into fury:

“Her destiny is mine.

I claimed her.

I forgive her.

Isn’t that enough?”

Saturn with his rings steps forward, eyes glowing in fury....

“Forgiveness is divine.

But fate is older than divinity.”

Psyche trembles.

“Take anything,” she whispers.

“My life, my name, my beauty, my songs, my passion, my occupation.... 

but don’t take him from me.”

The Fates look at each other.....

A silent council without mercy.

And, a silent consensus springs....

Venus speaks:

“Love between god and mortal

requires balance.

Your betrayal tilted the scales, Psyche.

To correct the imbalance....

something must be taken.”

Cupid steps forward.

“Take it from me.”

Mars smiles, cruel and slow.

“How noble.

How predictable.”

His shears gleam....

reflecting Psyche’s face,

Tear-streaked, terrified,

still glowing with a love reborn.

Saturn's voice falls

like a verdict carved into stone:

“Psyche will forget you.”

Cupid freezes.

Psyche gasps, stumbling back.

“No.... no....please.... anything but that”

Saturn rolls the scroll shut.

“It is done.”

A thread snaps in the air....

A sound fragile and catastrophic.

A bright pain blooms behind Psyche’s eyes.

She screams softly,

clutching her head

as memories begin to tear.....

Cupid’s first touch,

Their first kiss,

Their first night under stardust,

The fire in his wings,

The way his voice said her name.....

All unraveling like silk burning.

Cupid catches her as she collapses.

“No!”

His roar cracks the heavens.

“God..... YOU CANNOT....”

 Saturn meets his gaze, unmoved.

“Interfere again, Archer,

and next time I will cut your thread.”

The three Fates disappear.....

Leaving behind nothing but silence

and a girl trembling in his arms

with eyes that no longer recognize him.

Cupid presses his forehead to hers.....

Voice broken,

Pleading with a destiny that does not bend:

“Psyche…

Please remember me.”

Please.. Remember me in every ages!

But her gaze is empty,

Lost,

Newborn

and unaware of the god who would die for her.

A single feather falls from Cupid’s wing....

blackened at the tip.

His destiny is still written.

But now…

he is written alone.

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Time Frame: 12 am, Tagar, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment.