THE BLOG - the curve

my head was buzzing and there was a slight tremor in my chest, akin to the vibration that resonates inside when one is singing. I desperately strived to gather myself and translate my senses back to normal. it proved difficult. a directed presumptuous anger washed over me in large waves as I gradually lost my footing. I was shaking from the cold and trying to conceal it. the creature held a firm link to my consciousness now, waiting for me to make a mistake. and I did.

my head was light and there was a saturated orange light in my body. it was very warm on the street. even though it was autumn, it felt like a night of summer. signboards and bright shop windows coalesced in a colorful blur of inexplicit shapes. for a moment it seemed that I was dreaming. the vivid experience of colors was pierced by indisctinct sounds, that appeared as visual shapes as soon as they reached my ears. her hand touched me and everything exploded into white light from the intense sensory perception.

my head was on a pillow. at first I felt her presence, nestled in the curve of my body. then came her warmth, then the tickling sensation from her hair, then the motion of her breathing. her eyes so close, her gaze so certain and steady, my gaze so sleepy and cruel. I closed my eyes and enjoyed these final moments of our sensual convergence. it made the mornings much easier to bear.

three separate moments. even though everything had changed immensely, I felt exceedingly unalterable.