Allow me to show you
I’m feeding off you, as I know you are me. I feel you, eating away at me every day, piece by piece, morsel by morsel, incisors dig deep in my flesh and further. What’s behind? What’s within? Echoing whispers intimate in my mind. You thirst for wells of knowledge of me the way I’m parched inside of you.
I want to climb right into your mind. I want to set up residence in your nightmares and explore every far-flung corner of your subconscious. I know some of the darkest mainly monochrome. But what about the others? Do you dream in shades of aquatic blues and golden suns? Are things in their place, a place where everything should be?
I have to tread lightly, though. I don’t wish to disturb a single ridged leaf in the shivering windswept, overgrown greens. Death defying to know what it feels like to be you from the inside. I want to ride out the storms in the dark hours of night and float high over clouds in your words on the light hours of dawn.
I want to know what it’s like to see everything through your unique, exacting eye shapes and colours. Invade you so completely that our synapses set off fireworks in the purple blaze and begin to hardwire together, enmeshed.
Driven by a strange desire but I would not allow myself to change you. Come as you are, bury your grace, deep within me.
1 August 2007 at 12:20 am
Bonus points if you can spot the three shamelessly ripped-off song lyrics.
1 August 2007 at 8:53 am
Blonde.
Jimi.
Kurt.
Mind you, I also spotted Yann Tiersen and Depeche Mode, but that’s just me. I really ought to get more.
But I can’t. Being a horse.
1 August 2007 at 8:53 am
Get OUT more.
God, I hate leaving words out of comments.
I am going to go back into my deep well now.
1 August 2007 at 9:44 am
OOH! Very impressive showing, for a horse.
But you missed one, which I don’t think even you’d recognise (hint: two in the last paragraph, one of which you guessed correctly already).
And uuhh, please stay in said well. We can’t have you galloping about.
1 August 2007 at 9:47 am
HAHAHA!
Err. Sorry. I just spotted the unwitting Depeche Mode lyric and had to laugh.
[I’ve been reduced to spamming my own comments box.]
1 August 2007 at 5:33 pm
hello Ani…is it INXS ?
and that was beautifully written….
1 August 2007 at 8:08 pm
Thanks, Isabelle. However, I’m afraid it’s not INXS.
Sorry, try again! :)
27 September 2007 at 9:28 pm
Ok….you had me until the last paragraph…This is too good to be true…I’m skeptical. You have written (very eloquently and exquisitely beautifully BTW) what EVERY GUY wants (whether he is conscious of it or not is another question), but what no woman can deliver. Is this sarcastic in nature?