Fires on the road.

Jan 23, 2005 22:34

White cotton candy fluff and butter cream frost the cars, sidewalks, and trees. From a distance you can pretend it's anything until you exercise your legs through mixing it with dirt, slip & fall with the slush, and break your neck. I have a perverse liking to blood absorbed snow like random streaks of wild cherry syrup from a love affair come along vanilla icecream. The red would be striking against the steaming cold ground. A rebirth of Snow White.

This terrible bronchial infection has plagued me for the past three weeks - A goodbye present which my lover gave to me. I have been homebound due to sickness and now the remnants of a blizzard, & so last night I got drunk. Boredom has driven me to gorge on an entire bottle of red wine I'd been saving and as it's fruity warmth filled my blood I was momentarily satiated. I poured & poured and stained my lips over & over again, stuffed the ivory piece I'd stolen away from him with little green leaves. I inhaled the wonderful aroma of it's fantastic quality, medically distributed, from one little office above a shopping center in Los Angeles. It's legal and rather surreal. I watched Swimming Pool and wondered why it is so common for the French to have such pretty breasts.

It just occurred to me that I crave spring. I was curious as to where my usual desire for summer had hidden. The dreaming and wishing for sun in my eyes, bare legs, and fireworks. Only when the cycle comes full circle again I don't even expect to be here in New York. By the time I begin to sweat, it will be because I am well on my way to making this life of my own. I feel so immobilzed and stuck at the moment as if in quick sand, & sticky mud, only it is so pale it could blind me in the day and it glows at night. I can cover my throat and slather my lips, but perhaps if my passion burns hard enough it can melt this cage made of ice. I have cabin fever...and I have been treacherous at times. Incidents I cannot mend for him though he himself has committed a few crimes. Last night I dreamt I kissed an angel and I felt like the devil for wanting more.
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