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“We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.”[my art blog dedicated to everyday muses]
You would take my hands and splay the fingers like birthday candles.
You would stroke my cheek soft as if you didn’t want me to wake or move or run away.
You would stroke the strands from my eyes.
You would look in my eyes dark and dull and black and you would say they were deep water, night sky, raven’s wing. You would pull my stubborn hands away from them when I rub too hard.
You’d place your hand on my temples where my head aches,slight pressure push the pain away.
You’d put your ear on my chest,hear the beat grow faster. Drum drum drumming a frantic beat.
You’d stray to my waist,hands over my knees.
You would stay, my heart under,your arms over and around.
Lay my ear against the space beneath your clavicles. Hear the beat beneath quicken as I softly drum out this tempo with my fingertips,one,two,one,two. My body tenses as I you reach down to me and my head lifts and catches your open mouth.
Our lips meet in discordant rhythm, gasping otherwordly music begins to rise from our throats. Our bones strike like chimes, your fingers like a pianists touch every key, every deep chord. Mine rake through your hair,pluck at your skin like they are strings and still I feel you are playing me, held close to you,your hand upon the smooth neck and frets. Play me till my strings snap.
You move above me till our movements entwine,in tune with you I feel like I would only play for you,only sing this song for you. And you will drown me out.
I feel this pulse deepen,like a booming revertebration growing louder and louder as you strike harder,deeper,faster. My breath grows frantic as the melody grows urgent and yet unrelentlessly you strike
I want to get lost in this
I cannot hear anything else
Rising and falling and soaring and breaking in and out into this wonderful chorus of sounds coursing through my blood warm and swift and relentlessly in and out of my mind you are ringing up and down this bell goes an alarm ringing louder and louder and louder
Till there is a single note piercing through, a sharp cry and I watch surprised as I realize it came from me and you stop,keys clanging, to collapse into this sound,your own muffled against my skin. Our flesh played music echoing into the silent night.