Friday, October 23

Don't Kiss Someone With Music In The Background

I've read that one shouldn't kiss someone with music in the background, because one day you'll sway in a different arm in a new coffee shop and that song will come on. The taste of salty caramel frappé will start to taste like them and as much as you hate to admit, the smell of new cologne in your shirt every morning wouldn't please you any more.
The other day when you're in the car driving home, after seventeen long hours of work, tuning the radio, that song will come on. The miles would become longer and even the exuberant sunset wouldn't be engaging any more. Suddenly the glee and glam, the spirit and spur of the moment will transform into a pensive polaroid.
When you're in the bed reaching the climax of  your current favourite book and it's only a few pages away, that song will come on. Every bar between reality and fiction will be blurred and all you'd want to read any more would be the wrinkles on their forehead when they tried to find you in the art gallery where you met for the first time. 

Monday, October 19

I Was Just Infatuated

I never was a poet. I was just infatuated with one. The one that knew how to say, 'You look beautiful' without moving his lips. Every time we kissed, he took the best parts of me with him. I did what I always do. Let him have me wholly, consume me wholly and then runaway consuming all of him that he could ever give to anybody. I let him spoil me with his recurrent presence that eventually lead to significant with drawl. I fall short of vocabulary to summarize every time we made love; how I smothered him on my lips, let him slip himself a little deeper each time and how everything around us would explode into a constellation of phosphenes. He'd gaze into the mirror with me and leave me with a incessant smile; one that made me feel invincible. His husky demeanour was captivating and eventually intimidating. He could make me do anything, I could do everything. I wanted to do him again and again. It all started from the public toilet of the down town pub where I bumped into him for the first time. Damn, it felt so wrong, it felt so right. We moved to my bedroom, the kitchen, the balcony, someone else's balcony, the parties I never liked, the theatre and everywhere else. I lured him to come along everywhere. He was with me in my prom; he was there when I graduated. He was either in me or on my mind.