Fumbling Towards Ecstasy

We're standing on the tops of the highest peaks, dangerously snow capped. They are phreatic when the ancients talk of the God's anger. Mountainous rage. We're in wait of the beacon call. A signal only outrun by winter or eagle wail. Together.

Black isn't really black. It is speckled with whites and grey; misleading. The first lie of the day. Crumpled sheets and gentle breath. Staring out to the audience, after the show stopper. Breath caught and sound erased. It's as though you can stare into empty spaces, even if skins are still touching. Never so soft but smooth and scented. Who is prey? Make me loose and ready. Feathers from speckles, is it not just dusty air? We use amelioration to make everything just so. Even words are lying to us in the 21st century, as in decades before. The second lie of the afternoon. The transformation may happen at any light, but the hour must be steady. Fluttering lids in a fable. The continuation of feigning sleep to see your skin. I've lost the clocks and so have you - the sun is misleading in the summer time, which twelve ticking have we reached? No lie just apathy. Let's act as if it was a parallel and all that happens here will stay locked in my necklace. We can breathe together that way. Denial, the third strike - out.
I'll disarm you once more, my answer of tiny shreds. Teach carnal knowledge and harbour monstrous thoughts. I don't care about the universe. I just want your skin on mine. I want to study your anatomy and memorise every curve and rib. I want to know the soft spots and where gives way to amazing. The setting doesn't matter but you being there does. I just want this.
Monster. (You) keep on dropping little bombs, and the crumbling ruins continually take the hits. What happens when there is nothing left to be destroyed?
Then falling, falling with my own version of Yr, stuck all over my vision. Every turn and all direction. The haven's secrets unravel.

So, I'm standing on this mountain. The winds are whipping. The sky is clear but dark. I have no clue how I got here. All I can feel is your eyes looking into this star gazer's far off stare. Waiting alone.



Please let me open my eyes now.