Thursday, November 25, 2010

Four Minutes.

Up to their ears.
Up to their necks.
It's for the curious.
It's for the hopeful.

I'm stuck in a song. A simple yet beautiful song, with eerie notes circling my senses --tap, tapping something melodic against my skin. It brings me in with a steady drum, as if looking into my eyes with a sideways glance. I'm hypnotized, something bigger lingers just beneath its surface. Two notes on a boisterous guitar jump into the dance, hooking its' long, mysterious fingers around my waist. It twirls me 'round and around as I sink deeper in to. I close my eyes as the organ daunts its haunting lament and I'm completely lost in pleasure as the notes molest my every sense. Too soon and it's over. My eyes open and I am alone.

Leave the road.
Follow the path.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Winter.

A whimsical dance, my lover and I, through snow flurries and frozen leaves, plastered to the ground in their autumn coats--radiating beauty with an effervescent, orange glow. Through parks and buildings we dance, hands entwined, eyes glazed, and hearts ablaze. Oh, starry, winter night do your worst! For I have his arms to keep me warm!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Sad, satin doll.

Tick, tock-tick, tock--make it stop! Stop the noise, she screams as her agitation vibrates through her chest, sending a rumble throughout the room. Jelly man saunters over to her, coming up from behind. His jelly hands slide down her sides, silencing her anger while turning her cheeks a bright shade of pink. The noise is too much, she whines as she twists her feet together--his jelly hands crawl into her young lap--open palms against taut skin. Sing a song for me, the Jelly man says to her, crooning softly into her ear. Her eyelids grow heavy and are pulled together into a close, to ward off the world before her; her legs relax as they are pulled apart.. She begins to hum a verse from her favorite song.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Restless, on fire.

I ache with the dire need for change, a big bang, so to speak, to erupt and shake myself from the dull gallows of normality. Let's try something new this winter. Let's see how much trouble one little girl can get into.