Author S. K. Nicholas

In a constant state of unrest, my eyes are orbital hell. In a perpetual frenzy of feeling, she undresses without having to be asked twice. The lights of passing cars come and go while we smoke in the shadows. Dead leaves and stomach ulcers as the crowd disperse without knowing who or what we are. Drunk on love and lust, my mouth moves, but you can’t hear what I’m saying. Walking you back to the centre of town, you kiss me like we’re in a movie. Just a girl, only seventeen. Somewhere outside my window as I write these words, you’re forever walking home, a smile on your face having been held tight as the wind and rain kicked up around us. English romance. Coming together like a perfect storm, and then falling apart like the remains of a broken fantasy. Shy lovers, lost in fields and the fallout of life. So close yet now so far. Vast expanses of time in the blink of a lazy eye. Church bells and pelvic thrust. Cinema and sex to the sound of Baphomets. Metaphors as my fingers unlatch your bra. Softly spoken whatever as our bones melt like wax beneath a blackened sun. Chasing shapes into the distant past, our hearts collect where we felt most alive. Impressions left in atoms and sand, our footsteps will stick around until this rock falls into the sea of eternity. So much sadness where there should be wonder, yet we breathe as if we mean it, and that’s all that matters. Expressions of heat. Shedding tears and layers of skin as alcohol reduces you to a wreck like everyone else. There’s no poetry in your sins now, and your well-paying job can’t save you from yourself. Either you scream with delight, or you scream with rage. One will always win; there’s no escaping it. The middle is misery, and it strangles desire out of whatever falls into its passive grasp. Awake and hesitating as you sway like trees in the autumn breeze. Hands all over you, there’s no controlling what I am. In snatches of blurred vision, you shift from one state to the next. Magic as your fingers link with mine. Belly to belly. Eyes always eyes, gazing with lust. Wanting everything that ever existed. From the second we first met, to the moment we die. This will last forever.