infectedmushroom
Bluelighter
“Take a deep breath. Now relax. I won’t hurt you.”
Her voice flowed through his mind with a warm touch of familiarity.
“Rest your head here. Everything is ok,” she cooed.
His head bowed to her lap, soft and comforting. She stroked his hair gently.
“I want to nuzzle here forever,” he whispered.
“God, I feel like such a mother,” she replied.
If only, if only he could lift his head and kiss her lips; so almost perfect, the moment they shared, but so far from complete, restricted by…by monogamy?...no, that’s wrong. By time, by coincidence; as if fate had revealed itself magically yet placed itself behind a glass window, mockingly waiting, so close within reach yet hanging so delicately in the balance.
Still the wire of eternity wrapped them into one being, and cocooned them from the outside world like a foetus in the womb. Pure silence ebbed its way to through their closeness, drawing their souls together.
“Quickly, separate!” she whispered.
The other was back. She tried a reassuring laugh, sounding hollow and forced.
“What’s going on guys?” the returner asked.
The perfection of the deep moment they seemed to be unwillingly yet blissfully sharing every time they were alone slowly disappeared into the night sky above their heads; yet they both knew it was still there, as sure as the stars and moon would be there when they looked.
Alas, the returner had staked his claim in her beforehand. Finders keepers. The bitterness of envy couldn’t help but sting his heart. The sour spear of resentment towards her pierced his thoughts. But not for long, such was her beauty; such was the way he felt about this person, this mystical creature, the most perfect and wonderful of the opposite sex he had ever encountered.
But the social responsibilities and implications of everything! Honesty! Loyalty! Thou shalt not commit adultery. The devils hands were busy to make him feel this overwhelming desire to disobey this stupid law, this law made to protect love! She’s mine! He thought. I will take her in front of you, returner, and kiss her lips, and show you the power of the love which explodes from our embrace; so that you will be so taken aback you don’t even attempt to retaliate! You will be powerless and unwilling to stop that which is true; not you and her! Me and her.
Instead, he did nothing.
“We are just chilling man, having a talk,” he reassured his old friend, the returner.
When I am alone, separated from you, I feel spaced out like the galaxy, as distant as the moon; alone as a pontoon in a sea of storms. But I will float here, and I will wait, for the ocean to calm, through the roughest of waves, because a life without you is a ship sailing on a sea without a crew; without a mast for direction; without a captain for guidance; without weapons for defence. It may as well be sunk.
Her voice flowed through his mind with a warm touch of familiarity.
“Rest your head here. Everything is ok,” she cooed.
His head bowed to her lap, soft and comforting. She stroked his hair gently.
“I want to nuzzle here forever,” he whispered.
“God, I feel like such a mother,” she replied.
If only, if only he could lift his head and kiss her lips; so almost perfect, the moment they shared, but so far from complete, restricted by…by monogamy?...no, that’s wrong. By time, by coincidence; as if fate had revealed itself magically yet placed itself behind a glass window, mockingly waiting, so close within reach yet hanging so delicately in the balance.
Still the wire of eternity wrapped them into one being, and cocooned them from the outside world like a foetus in the womb. Pure silence ebbed its way to through their closeness, drawing their souls together.
“Quickly, separate!” she whispered.
The other was back. She tried a reassuring laugh, sounding hollow and forced.
“What’s going on guys?” the returner asked.
The perfection of the deep moment they seemed to be unwillingly yet blissfully sharing every time they were alone slowly disappeared into the night sky above their heads; yet they both knew it was still there, as sure as the stars and moon would be there when they looked.
Alas, the returner had staked his claim in her beforehand. Finders keepers. The bitterness of envy couldn’t help but sting his heart. The sour spear of resentment towards her pierced his thoughts. But not for long, such was her beauty; such was the way he felt about this person, this mystical creature, the most perfect and wonderful of the opposite sex he had ever encountered.
But the social responsibilities and implications of everything! Honesty! Loyalty! Thou shalt not commit adultery. The devils hands were busy to make him feel this overwhelming desire to disobey this stupid law, this law made to protect love! She’s mine! He thought. I will take her in front of you, returner, and kiss her lips, and show you the power of the love which explodes from our embrace; so that you will be so taken aback you don’t even attempt to retaliate! You will be powerless and unwilling to stop that which is true; not you and her! Me and her.
Instead, he did nothing.
“We are just chilling man, having a talk,” he reassured his old friend, the returner.
When I am alone, separated from you, I feel spaced out like the galaxy, as distant as the moon; alone as a pontoon in a sea of storms. But I will float here, and I will wait, for the ocean to calm, through the roughest of waves, because a life without you is a ship sailing on a sea without a crew; without a mast for direction; without a captain for guidance; without weapons for defence. It may as well be sunk.
