Friday, November 16, 2007

Ephemeral Ecstasy

In the night, when your loins burn a fiery passion, it sears every fibre of your self; within it courses through the veins and arteries like a demon seeking satiation from without. I am consumed by this eidolon; every waking moment of my life I am consumed by ephemeral ecstasy.

I touch my self and run my hands ever lower, ever deeper into that volatile state of combustion. Just one more voice... one more mouth... one more hand. One more... always just that... another Other igniting a furnace of their own to warm my face.

I hate it. I detest myself. I am everything that I loathe. Yet... yet it's the same. Every night my body haunts me; taunts me with lascivious yearnings that whisper promises of fulfillment. Promises that waft in the air like old, aristocratic perfume, rich with the scent of flowers and spices.

Come thither... the boys hear me; the men leer at me; the old envy me; the weak possess me. Come thither again... the boys desire always; the men thrash my body; the old salivate and pay; the weak become strong.

A moan... moaning... and the clock chimes within. The spell is broken. All that was is lost. Take your mouth from me! Your nauseating perfume is poisonous to breathe. Who are you? Why are you here? He heaves like a beast and wraps his sticky arms around you. The hair on his chest, no longer tickling, scratches like briers against chaffed skin. I unwrap myself from the stench of his desperate release - from my own desperate release.

I turn my head with my back against his silhouette. I offer a brief, heartless smile and said, "thanks". I run to the bathroom and scour my body in hot water. I scrub every inch, afraid of being contaminated. Where's the disinfectant? Never mind. You dirty little bitch. Water caresses my face like acid rain. It feels good. I'm being cleansed by fire.

I sleep. I wake.. I dream... and darkness comes again.

In the night, when your loins burn a fiery passion, it sears every fibre of your self; within it courses through the veins and arteries like a demon seeking satiation from without. I am consumed by this eidolon; every waking moment of my life I am consumed by ephemeral ecstasy.

2 Comments:

Blogger Prince of Darkness said...

Hey Chris, how are you? Have not hear from you for so long, drop me an email ya. 'Chungkiat.tan@gmail.com' Got something wanna ask you :)

11:37 am  
Blogger deraz said...

ابو الهول
عزل أسطح فى الشارقة
تركيب انترلوك في الشارقة

3:17 pm  

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