Monday, November 16, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Dream # 37
Caught in some dark hallway; all hard bricks and twilit shadows. She pinned me to the wall and I could feel the weight of her against me: Belly to belly.
She looked at me in that funny way; the way you look at a stranger or maybe an old friend that you haven’t seen in years and maybe you don’t recall their name or the precise circumstances of your last meeting.
She leaned in and kissed me hard on the lips, her hands tugging the sides of my head back and crushing me along the bricks.
I could taste a mouthful of danger; the bitter tinge of spent whiskey on her lips and the stale remnant of regret on her breath. She tried to swallow me alive.
My hands moved of their own accord, seeking out the places they wanted to go; testing the cartography of her body and running over the smooth surface of her skin and plying the subtle hills and valleys of her curves in the near dark.
It was all white-hot fire and mixed emotions; a searching of the body through the air we passed between us, mouth to mouth. And a churning of heat that we made with our mental friction and we didn’t care who saw it happening.
She pulled away then and looked at me again.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked.
I stammered in my private confusion and watched as she turned and walked away from me without a backward glance.
And it will always be this way, I thought.
Some people can only be kissed Goodbye.
She looked at me in that funny way; the way you look at a stranger or maybe an old friend that you haven’t seen in years and maybe you don’t recall their name or the precise circumstances of your last meeting.
She leaned in and kissed me hard on the lips, her hands tugging the sides of my head back and crushing me along the bricks.
I could taste a mouthful of danger; the bitter tinge of spent whiskey on her lips and the stale remnant of regret on her breath. She tried to swallow me alive.
My hands moved of their own accord, seeking out the places they wanted to go; testing the cartography of her body and running over the smooth surface of her skin and plying the subtle hills and valleys of her curves in the near dark.
It was all white-hot fire and mixed emotions; a searching of the body through the air we passed between us, mouth to mouth. And a churning of heat that we made with our mental friction and we didn’t care who saw it happening.
She pulled away then and looked at me again.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked.
I stammered in my private confusion and watched as she turned and walked away from me without a backward glance.
And it will always be this way, I thought.
Some people can only be kissed Goodbye.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Halloween...in Georgetown?
My friend FLG struck a nerve with me today via email and with this post.
So…for him:
Halloween looms large here in the South, where the Old Ways die hard and secret rites and forgotten fears lie hidden in shed-side shadows and in the ditches of Autumnal roadsides.
And when the Moon peeks out to loose its silvery smooth illumination on the dim, lamp-lit streets of my town…I know I shall see many things that will chill my heart and tingle my skin with various prickles and stings. There are some things which seem harmless in the broad light of day but they become Real Fears when faced underneath the black, oppressive maw of an October midnight.
But there are fears more real to me than werewolves, vampires or even reanimated mummies running rampant through the hills of my youth…
The tang of human salt on the tongue...the slow-motion boneless glide of lips meeting in the dark...the slippery whispers of last-ditch promises made in the middle of the night...and the certain knowledge of how the End will come.
So…for him:
Halloween looms large here in the South, where the Old Ways die hard and secret rites and forgotten fears lie hidden in shed-side shadows and in the ditches of Autumnal roadsides.
And when the Moon peeks out to loose its silvery smooth illumination on the dim, lamp-lit streets of my town…I know I shall see many things that will chill my heart and tingle my skin with various prickles and stings. There are some things which seem harmless in the broad light of day but they become Real Fears when faced underneath the black, oppressive maw of an October midnight.
But there are fears more real to me than werewolves, vampires or even reanimated mummies running rampant through the hills of my youth…
The tang of human salt on the tongue...the slow-motion boneless glide of lips meeting in the dark...the slippery whispers of last-ditch promises made in the middle of the night...and the certain knowledge of how the End will come.
