MtnAngelWV
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No harm will come to me The words reverberate in my foggy brain. I lower my head a bit trying to think clearly. I force back the tear that longs to spill down my cheek. I am sad not for my safety but for fear that I may lose my newfound love. I cannot fathom the reason for my feelings. He is the enemy and I have but one mission in this war -- to discover the plans of the Southern Army. I think of all the runaway slaves that I have aided in the years before the war and during the onset of the bloodshed. How can I tell this man -- this enemy -- this lover -- that I have betrayed him before we ever met.
"Does love have to ask such questions, General? Is love not blind? Does my confession of earlier mean nothing? I believe in you as a man, as a lover and as a soldier. But first and foremost I trust you. If I am what you suspect, would it change anything between us?" I raise my head and look into his eyes, searching for something other than doubts. I see puzzlement and maybe a twinge of sadness in his once bright eyes, eyes that are now clouded with concern.
"Let me just say that I think that our love is doomed; murky with suspicion. If I tell you that I believe in your cause, I am but a coward and a liar. Love me for this moment. Make love to me for this precious little time we are afforded. Forget that we are in the midst of slaughter and agony. Let us leave the real world behind us if only for a few brief, ecstacy filled moments."
My lips brazenly capture his mouth, not wanting his judgement of me and my cause to escape from his lips. My hungry mouth grinds, almost painfully, into his own, trying to erase all other worries from our world.
"Does love have to ask such questions, General? Is love not blind? Does my confession of earlier mean nothing? I believe in you as a man, as a lover and as a soldier. But first and foremost I trust you. If I am what you suspect, would it change anything between us?" I raise my head and look into his eyes, searching for something other than doubts. I see puzzlement and maybe a twinge of sadness in his once bright eyes, eyes that are now clouded with concern.
"Let me just say that I think that our love is doomed; murky with suspicion. If I tell you that I believe in your cause, I am but a coward and a liar. Love me for this moment. Make love to me for this precious little time we are afforded. Forget that we are in the midst of slaughter and agony. Let us leave the real world behind us if only for a few brief, ecstacy filled moments."
My lips brazenly capture his mouth, not wanting his judgement of me and my cause to escape from his lips. My hungry mouth grinds, almost painfully, into his own, trying to erase all other worries from our world.