After I settled in bed last night, I had a vision of something flash into my head. Not a vision vision, just a snippet of something. It has been invading my thoughts since it's inception last night. The only way I can think of to release it, is to write it down. Although slightly disquieting, I like it...
He's there in front of me, in the dark - head bowed, looking up at me through chunks of hair damp with sweat. Unpatterned pulsing lights and a rain slicked street make it difficult to see although I know we are the only two here. The roughly hewn stone wall he leans upon seems to breathe with a life of its own making the distinction between the two more difficult than one would think. I am drawn closer. No fear, no judgement, no question. I can see the blood on his mouth, slick and wet, and suddenly realize that I have lost the ability to move although nothing stronger than the air touches me. Our breathing becomes matched until it is all but impossible to discern that there are indeed two of us. Eyes locked, I move closer only to find that I am suddenly flanked by the stone wall occupied by his disheveled body only a moment ago. He is close. I can feel his presence, yet not him, not his body, even though he is against me. Suddenly aware of the patterns in the wall behind me, it brings to mind a map. And words... lust... anger... but I don't seem to understand. As if following a map, my eyes return to his mouth with the red spill still shining. As I watch, not knowing what to do, I see a sly somewhat nefarious grin begin to take shape. Now I know what to do. My hands go quickly to his face and I lean into him - my mouth almost upon him. Without a thought I know what I have to do; my tongue licks his lips... the lust... the anger. That was the only thing that was meant to happen, the only role I was meant to fulfill. The red lights still pulse, the streets are still wet, yet I have been seduced by something forbidden I know nothing of.
Ok, so that's it. That is the best way I can put words to it. I know, I need more therapy. It was just an image I had.
On a far less, well, weird note, I want to share a song with you. I heard it a couple of months ago on a radio station out of Canada. I think it is fabulous! You may have heard of them already but I'll try to put the link here. The band is Kasabian and the song is Club Foot. Enjoy! =)
3 comments:
naughty girl!
Personally, I rather like it. The urgency, the pace, the dark touches. I've no idea what it means as a dream or vision but aesthetically it works for me very nicely indeed.
That probably says more about me than I normally care to let slip.
I liked it too, actually. Just wonder where it comes from sometimes. Then again, maybe I'd be better NOT knowing... let it remain a surprise.
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