Felix Mors in Caritate
- Hashtag Kalakar
- Sep 19
- 1 min read
By Guinevere Freeman
I die a thousand frozen deaths
In your warmth’s absence
And this lacuna I contest
I draw in shallow, hollow breaths
The affection is so intense
That my heart flutters in my chest
My heart is so utterly calm
my soul so intensely settled
Now I know accismus is void
The touch of your skin is a balm
Flower beautifully petaled
I am so very overjoyed
You make me know it in my bones
That I am so illecebrous
So I am in constant smyster
As sturdy as deep mountain stones
In so delighted sleeplessness
They will say “you so enticed her”
I can only hope you’re not mendacious
Or meretricious
I have been able to novate
What I should have decathected
But now in you I do cathect
By Guinevere Freeman

This is a really beautiful description of love.
Love all the archaic language, really sets the tone. The story and relationship described in a few short stanzas is also so beautiful.