Not my best...... Oh and the ever-enchanting Lord Frederick Leighton
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And my life is leather bound
Dog eared and worn
Reread and made ragged
Thumbed through and torn
By those around me
Flipping through chapters and trying to find
Some form of understanding of my piece of mind
My life is dusty pages
Used stained and put away
Left high and waiting for another’s touch, another day
A heart to ask questions to ( Read more... )
Ok I am trying for days now to post this story that I wrote a few months ago but I can't my e-mail box is out of order or so it seems...
So I'm posting it here. Just let me know what you are thinking about it (be as honest as you could be):
Once the cold has passed that point where it aches to breathe in, time begins to change meaning. A second is the length of time you can think about something besides the dull stinging under the numbness of fingers and toes.
A minute is the length of time you can stay in the same position before muscles clenched against the cold begin to spasm. An hour is a meaningless concept; you might as well measure the length of a man's body in Astronomical Units as measure time in the cold in hours. Her body shifted under his.
"Your turn to talk."
Her voice was raw, she had been talking for hours now, which meant she had been talking for longer than he could imagine.
Shards of poetry scratched at his numbed mind, but soon shattered, fell to words, then letters.
"I'll send you all my love every day in a letter, sealed with a kiss."
She bent her head up and kissed him, her lips terribly rough against his.
"Better words. Better words." her breath seemed hot in his mouth.
She kissed his cold cheek with cold lips. Her eyes were closed.
"Tell me a story."
He couldn't remember a single one.
"There once... there once... In the rooms the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo."
The words came from his pinched throat coarsened, but on-key.
"Eliot. Prufrock... but I didn't know there was music."
"I just... I made it up."
"Sing the rest."
But all he could remember was :
"I have heard the mermaids singing each to each. I do not think they will sing to me."
She shifted under him again, kissed his mouth again, gently.
"Tell me about the warmest place you've ever been."
"I had a room in Montréal, last year. It was summer, and I was visiting my parents. I couldn't sleep, it was so hot, and they didn't have any air conditioning."
"If we were there, I could touch you."
Nervously, he kissed her. Her teeth were cold and smooth as porcelain. When he shifted his body he felt the rub of her against him, even through all the layers.
All he could think about, all he could remember is her. Her eyes, her face, her name that he will never forget as long as he lives. His beautiful Mona Lisa.
She began saying her poem again then, slowly, mindlessly. She moved so gently. When he kissed her again, the words of the poem went into his mouth. The poem went on and on, arrythmic, a subtle sound to move in, to be moved against in. He never knew what she felt, through so many layers, though she shuddered once, deeply, beneath him. His own eyes clouded, darkened terrifyingly, and for an awful second a wave of heat passed over him and sweat stood out on his brow. Then he was limp, and he echoed the empty words of the poem into her ear, sighing. It was a long time before he started thinking in hours again, and even years later, in another lover's arms, he secretly measured time in the length of poems. "
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Thanks for reading ^^
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I didn't know so much love and beauty could be infused into so few words.
I don’t know who the people in the story are, but I wish I did!
I think this is truly wonderful.
You should be proud!
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Wow *blush*
I am so glad that you loved it cause I so love your work so much .
I have always write stories, poems and fanfics but I don't have confidence in myself so I am keeping my stuffs hide somewhere and I don't show anything because I am convince that no-one will enjoy anyway.
Your reaction tells me that I'm gonna have to show (at least to you lol)my work.
If everything turns out okay I'm gonna have a Brian and Michael story (very NC 17 lol)later this week ;)
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