darling, i'm off. I'm out the door. I cant stand the heat anymore. Keys, change, smokes and a diet coke. I'm out the door.
stairs lead to the basement. Stairs lead to the first floor. Rooms exclusively adorned by smoke and Prada glasses. Red. The curtain is swinging, some soft velvet pain in the ass - the extremity of sensation and elaborate tricks of imagination. Flash. Flash. Its hot in here - the Black is back, swinging from never ending strings of despair. How beautiful, how ornate. Let me open a window, the basement is down below. Such beauty in her eyes. Such vulgar fear and hatred, no sprinkles of stardust.
Then there's a drop of glimmering colourful shine filtering through the crack on the wall. Splendid occasions of the past, it creeps and storms in my direction. I want to embrace it and let him in. It stands still. Desire is eternal. Or momentary. Salvation comes in the form of grape juice. Sweet, yellow, splendidly fresh. Flash. Flash. Dont u get it? I am in love. This window is mine - it ought to be mine. Let me breath some fresh air, let me be your air. Be my oxygen, my carbon dioxide. Running through my lungs, my blood stream is sufficient for my eternal desire to blossom into a lovely dandelion - fragile but beautiful. Glitter and ribbons, shine and blue. Feel free to set me free - adore me please!
Skin on skin, Oh how I miss that. Give me back my view, open that window and let me fly away. Lend me your wings. It hurts to have to stand still - i dont know, how do you describe a feeling? How do you feel in my arms? The window is still wide open, we just have to look out there - the view is breathtaking. Love me. Hold me. There's that staircase again.
{thanks E.}
