Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Double-Edged Sword

It's silly to deny it; I miss you. I miss you so much that I avoid thinking about it, because it always leads back to the moment you turned on me, when you ran me through with your razor-sharp blade of cruelty.

As much as I miss you and our connection, I think of us standing in the street on that overcast morning. Your eyes, I will never forget, so icy blue, pupils small like pinpricks against the bright sky. The cruel, snide smirk that twisted your features as you dealt me your killing blow, piercing me in a move I failed to see coming.

Even though I was left standing, what we were and what we had bled out and died there on the blacktop of the street.

It is a callous and hard-hearted soul that slays one's closest and most loyal companion, merely to claim a victory.

Monday, October 15, 2012

The Air I Breathe

It's the warmth and soft skin of her hand creeping across my face, capturing my nose and quickly covering my mouth. Closing my airways. I usually know, a moment before it happens, giving me time to draw enough breath to sustain me until she allows release. In this moment, I could resist or turn away, but instead I surrender and give my breath to her.

My body becomes sharply aroused in this exchange of power, at the level of intimacy found in this profound depth of trust and submission.