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“You are a brave one, sitting up here all alone.”

My eyes snap open. I hadn’t heard him approach. I hadn’t heard anything but the distant throb of music and laughter.
I steel my nerves, trying to contain the smell of my fear. It is, however, too late as I hear his sharp, small gasp and the parting of lips.

“I am as safe here as anyone else.” I say, sounding far more relaxed and confident than I feel.
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Pheremones

My eyes are closed and I am feeling the music swirling through me. Warm and cool flesh, alternately, presses close and I am in Heaven, if there is a Heaven for the wicked.

Britt dances over, runs her hand up my bare arm, and plants a noisy, wet kiss on my left cheek, then falls in to dance with the rest of the group. Lash has just rolled up Type O Negative’s “My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend” and I chuckle softly and grab Britt’s hand and lick her index finger from palm to tip. She fakes a shudder, we giggle, then keep dancing. Continue reading

Wandering

 As I land on the grass, breeze still billowing my hair, my vision clears and I can make out the shapes and colors of the club. I close my eyes a moment and wait for the fog to dissipate so I can see. Traveling that fast still causes, after all this time,  some physical repercussions for me.Image

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Never wander far.

I hate it when Brittainy is bored. Nights are the worst. Tonight, she slips in the back door just before midnight. I hear the tinkling of glass in the kitchen and know without asking that she is pouring herself a cordial of absinthe. If I didn’t love her so, I’d fuss at her for taking the good stuff.

I remain still, stretched across the enormous  leather couch in front of the fireplace, my eyes scanning the little book of Italian poetry that was open in my hand. I haven’t read a word of it since I heard Britt working her key in the lock.
Now, her heels click across the wood floor and she sways across the room, all tanned and beautifully coiffed, and flops into the chair across from me. I sigh lightly, laying the book face down on my chest and look at her, knowing what’s coming.

Brit and  Fey

Another quiet night at home. Almost.

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The origin.

Sometimes, we are graced with someone who loves us. If we’re lucky, they mark our lives in a positive way.

I am a very lucky girl to have had this person in my life, and still think about him, knowing my time with him changed me forever in some small measure.

A spirit lithe, adorned in fire
Pushes past perception’s veils
The ceaseless auburn does conspire
With azure pools and brightest sails
Beyond the gloom I see that star
Springing forth from darkest pitch
Her songs can fill the deepest wells
Closing voids without a stitch
My eyes rise to the zenith’s light
Tracing an arc of a thousand miles
The sky shrinks smaller night by night
From softly spoken lambent styles
Before us in those lonesome gaps
Lie hurdles born of vow and flesh
The honor from those long lost maps
Will not preclude our souls to mesh
The beauty of her face and mind
Boundless in its splayed extent
Bolstered in her passion finds
The bars of passion’s prison bent.
My undying thanks to you, Raina Hanu, for these words to me. Know I see your heart in them, wherever you are…

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Summertime girls

Summertime girls

I really wish itwere warmer. Just sayin’.

I took this photo at the height of summer last year, and I can still feel the warmth of the sun as it shone on that day….actually, today I think that warmth is attributed to the heater blasting onto my freezing-cold legs.
That’s the blessing of SL…we have our (SL’ers) version of “guided-imagery”.

“Think…

“Think for yourself and allow others the privilege to do so too.”
-Voltaire

This is my lesson for today. I will be kind and open-minded, and allow the people around me to express themselves without judging them.

Maybe I will learn something important in the process.

 

This blog is my decompression, my expression, my introspection, my elocution.

Welcome to me!

The pages have remained blank until now because I wasn’t ready. What I was waiting for, I can’t say…no clue.

But, today I decided to jump in.