Capricious

31 - Blush

"There is no great genius without a mixture of madness."
- Aristotle

Watering lips, erupting eyes, I'm shooting through the stars again. There we go non-stop, play the night away and spend it right through day. Dancing every move, wherever we happen to be. Absolutely wild and crazy. Giggling sunrises and white pillow fights. Soul-crushing passion. An endless orgasm of goosebumps from moments we randomly presume. A masked ball parading an elegant romantic ride. Then after-party of a friend's friend spinning bodies on the floor. Ever a chance to reach for my dilating surprise, 'cause hey, that's another thing to add. We don't waste a moment, to never not think why not. Possibly changing together for love, agreeable to everything, everything our crazy minds dupe. Always stories of our anythings to tell entrancingly to one another between the sheets. Endlessly interested and awed, now being a part of that too. An eternal truth or dare whenever the chance does arise. Staring at me as I sleep, beams of sunlight spreading stripes against your hips. You making coffee in my shirt, soapy showers, your lips against my spearhead. Croissants or huevos rancheros, dripping from your lips, or bagels, maybe bacon. Some thrilling elegant scent, and sexy black dress, teasing ever a part of the game. Sweating together in our fire, in outrageous clubs and parties did seek. Or bong hits and pyjamas by the fireplace, secrets within the flames, we are each other, for a time. Yet all good things come to such awkward ends, a joke on life it seems, to even make it the dream of my life. High togethers that seal my cracks and bury my wounds, imperfectly perfect an age. Now tears may mumble your name at night, mornings a silent echo, colder every day. Just to move on in time. C'est la vie.

All of a sudden the wind breaks, my joints have faded, lakes of ice encircled by fjords of green. Swallowed up on a chilled night's tryst, soft orange and pink through the sky.

Walking tipsy through the night. Jumping over fences to collapse in the green. Staring into a field of stars, our breath frosting navy skies. A look, a touch, a kiss, a reach.

Beaching in the surf and sun and stars, tide by tide. A daring rush through new places every day, ride by ride. Another world of chances and companions to make, side by side.

We do love to find that in common, it's safer in a way. A childhood friend a comfort, forgotten years spent together, a world so slow. Curiosity and imagination running rampant for it all interested me. Where I wonder did they all go?

Rupturing in phantasmic pleasure. The glory of a multitude of setting suns sharpen my horizon to within a fraction of the edge. Within the honeycomb, my lines melt. A firecracker springs and dances just above, to the sound of a thousand cheers. I enter that age of afterparty ecstasy, sunrise through the items with which I play, the sounds but an echo against my sprinting explorer, down the river till I talk. Sandy shores now bristle and whistle through the lashes of my eyes, burning with the pressure, still I'm cooking in the twilight. A painful series of pins and needles ache throughout my morphined frame, of minding out the rain. But it's too high and far from all the way up here.

Silent smoking, steamy breathing, holding each other so close, bodies wrapped in cotton sheets. Savouring the kisses slow I plant upon your neck, wriggling in erotic exasperation, your lips attacking mine. Swirling madness as this passion writhes, letting go of all that pent-up desire for you to be mine. Acting as if we'd have forever, a pretty boy and you as my toy.

I want to draw art upon the world.

Blood evaporating from my steaming steel skeleton, invincible to the end. So exquisitely intense, yet without the strength of times ago. Prancing with you drunk down a lamplit street in that vibrant city by the shore.