"Perhaps There Is Still Hope"
The touch of your hand soft against the bare flesh of my hip, exposed by a movement that rendered the slightest bit of my shirt to raise, sends a chilly warmth running up the length of my spine. I didn't hear you come in and turn around half-expecting to be faced with a specter or demon far less human than the eyes that greet mine. Hungry, primal, distant eyes that reflect to my soul an image of myself I would never behold in the mirror. A thirst deep in your heart I read between your eyebrows and smile, knowing what secrets the two of us share behind closed doors.
A careless whisper leaves me breathless, arms entwined around your neck, and, in an instinctual gesture, begging you to pull me closer and make the world outside our two bodies disappear. Your own appendages slide slowly around my waist, your wrists resting in the swell of my lower back. In a moment time has stopped and there is no movement in the dim quarters we occupy. I close my eyes and listen to your heart beating in your chest, spastic and untameable as my own must be at this exact second.
A small movement of your hands, sliding to rest gently upon my hips causes me to turn my face to yours, drinking of your lips a sweet, forbidden poison that creates within my soul a desire to cast aside all propriety and prudency and regress into a basic, premordial dance to which I've never learned the steps.
Dream and reality, truth and fiction, knowledge and intuition: All fuse together to form a cloud of surreality untouchable by the hands of mortals. In this instant we are held, bound to each other by an urge, a burning in our fiery hearts: A flame unable to be doused by any water.
I turn my face away and your head rests against mine, your breath hot on my cheek. I turn to face you, my mouth mere inches from your own, and feel each exhale: A teasing caress to the nerves of my lips. Something outside of me is pushing me towards you, urging me to take what I have earned in gaining your love, daring me to take a chance for once in my life.
I smile: sweet, seductive. I kiss your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, then move to rest my own head against your chest again. My dire grasp loosens slightly, my fingers playing rhythmically with the tiny hairs at the nape of your neck. Your own embrace yields slightly, enfolding me close, but not forcing me to stay. To leave or to remain: In your actions you tell me that the choice is mine.
The decision is clear to the two of us without needing any words. I will stay, for with you the black lonliness that haunts the edges of my soul doesn't seem so near. There is no fear when we are together in this way, no pain that could break apart our bond. The silence is enjoyed when it's your ears that I share it with and the darkness seems a little brighter when its your eyes that I see through it.
An illusion fading, I wake up to stare at the white walls of a cement-bricked cell. A tomb of love that cages me from the bleak grasp of the world outside my window. Upon my navy-lined bed lies only me: No you, with your arms that swore to never let me go. It was a dream, a careless fantasy, and I still remain alone.
In all my feelings of self-pity and dejection, a voice stirs with the spring wind and whispers in my ear:
"Perhaps there is still hope..."
A careless whisper leaves me breathless, arms entwined around your neck, and, in an instinctual gesture, begging you to pull me closer and make the world outside our two bodies disappear. Your own appendages slide slowly around my waist, your wrists resting in the swell of my lower back. In a moment time has stopped and there is no movement in the dim quarters we occupy. I close my eyes and listen to your heart beating in your chest, spastic and untameable as my own must be at this exact second.
A small movement of your hands, sliding to rest gently upon my hips causes me to turn my face to yours, drinking of your lips a sweet, forbidden poison that creates within my soul a desire to cast aside all propriety and prudency and regress into a basic, premordial dance to which I've never learned the steps.
Dream and reality, truth and fiction, knowledge and intuition: All fuse together to form a cloud of surreality untouchable by the hands of mortals. In this instant we are held, bound to each other by an urge, a burning in our fiery hearts: A flame unable to be doused by any water.
I turn my face away and your head rests against mine, your breath hot on my cheek. I turn to face you, my mouth mere inches from your own, and feel each exhale: A teasing caress to the nerves of my lips. Something outside of me is pushing me towards you, urging me to take what I have earned in gaining your love, daring me to take a chance for once in my life.
I smile: sweet, seductive. I kiss your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, then move to rest my own head against your chest again. My dire grasp loosens slightly, my fingers playing rhythmically with the tiny hairs at the nape of your neck. Your own embrace yields slightly, enfolding me close, but not forcing me to stay. To leave or to remain: In your actions you tell me that the choice is mine.
The decision is clear to the two of us without needing any words. I will stay, for with you the black lonliness that haunts the edges of my soul doesn't seem so near. There is no fear when we are together in this way, no pain that could break apart our bond. The silence is enjoyed when it's your ears that I share it with and the darkness seems a little brighter when its your eyes that I see through it.
An illusion fading, I wake up to stare at the white walls of a cement-bricked cell. A tomb of love that cages me from the bleak grasp of the world outside my window. Upon my navy-lined bed lies only me: No you, with your arms that swore to never let me go. It was a dream, a careless fantasy, and I still remain alone.
In all my feelings of self-pity and dejection, a voice stirs with the spring wind and whispers in my ear:
"Perhaps there is still hope..."
posted by ~Nightinga£e~ | 9:18 PM
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