Her Inspiration

03/27/2006

Quiet is the drop of my existence into this infinite shade of red.
And how it makes me long for the dark that finds me in my dream.
I hear her calling to me, whispering in that silent scream of death and eternity.
Dreaming in her forever, of what? I am obsessed with knowing the answer.
This answer along with hundreds that trickle across the membranes of my mind.
The life that was but is more so now... as she would put it.
Delicately drawn from the corners of her brain and laid upon the parchment of my understanding...
Yes,,, Obsessed it seems with an existence I long to have, to hold, to understand.
To fall into it and be lost from those who do not know.
Fly between the sheers of her creations, dancing that lifeless dance that breathes all that is living to me.

Drum

That primitive hum echoes the familiarity of my not so lost existence.
And all the while I feel myself swell full in the awareness of myself.
I hear the drum, beating that rythym that begs me to dance...
dum,,, dum,,, dum, feel the hum, as the rain rushes down to meet you.Falling, in a sudden drop, I could not catch my breath so you caught it for me.
Breathing me in, then releasing back to me that which was mine to begin with... a beautiful nonconsenting exchange, and I wished you to do it again.
Yet you do not come into me. In my loss of control I released myself upon you, for you to taste my soul, take me in, and so I am apart of you now.
Slippery kisses, your trembling hands upon me, I sleep... for the first time in what seems like eternity... I sleep.