In the time it takes for me to kiss your lips, you turn your head and I end up kissing your cheek instead. But this won’t do, no, it won’t do at all. In a body of water, and in a body of clouds, I lay my hands upon you and claim what is rightfully mine. In a burnt-out church, and in an empty parking lot, you still do this to me. You still hurt. As your hips press against mine, I close my eyes and succumb to what I know will bring me down. Because against my best wishes, this is exactly what you do. You’re just a woman. An organic mess the same as the rest, and yet you and you alone have the ability to force my hand. You with September sun in the depths of winter. You with the scent of old bookstores on the collar that wraps around your pale neck. In a painting, I depict you as mother. I portray you as whore. In words, I conjure portals and pick away at my faults, but only ever because of you. There is an elegy. There is a void. Both of which can be found upon your tongue. Do you see the beauty of the unseen? Do you dance without a care for what can never be unchanged? Do you understand the transformations that have taken place that have lead me to become what I am? Away from the world, I am at peace with all things. Away from their fingertips, my visions of love have crystallised and I’ve embraced a version of reality I was always too afraid to know. Like a dream that dissolves when you open your eyes. Like a ray of light that shimmers during the storm. For only the briefest of moments, can we step outside the lines. For only mere seconds, can we hope to find a place where we can live as one before it’s too late.
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S.K. Nicholas doing what he does so well.
Thank you, Christine! x
Completely my pleasure– this really spoke to me.
Gorgeous. Sugar and lemon dissolving on my tongue.
Oh, what a visual treat that is! Thank you 🙂
🙂
I’d like to know what your inspiration is. Then again, I might be better off not knowing. So, it’s up to you whether you want to answer, lol
This piece was written about an ex-lover, as are most pieces more or less. I’m not good with expressing myself face-to-face, so writing is my doorway to expression. Or at least that’s how I approach it, anyway!
Well, your approach totally works in interesting ways. I don’t know what the hell my writing style would be described as.
Thank you. I think it’s quite tricky at times to be able to take that step back from your own words.
It is, unless you bend their will
Such an intriguing portal to your thinking. Another amazing piece. And honestly, I admire your courage in your honesty.
Thank you very much 🙂 I’m thrilled you enjoyed it, and that you like the ‘portal’ approach, as it were.
Wow, I’m thrilled you’re thrilled 🙂
🙂
what the even actual fuck honey!!! I can barely breathe right now!!! one after the other your lines intoxicate the fuck out of me!!! strung so perfectly together it’s simply amazing how you do this time and time again!! I will always return to you…good god man…fuck! still catching my breath!
Now that’s some response! It pleases me no end that you enjoyed it so much, and I take it as a great privilege to have evoked such a strong emotion in you with my words. It is a wonderful thing indeed 🙂 x
Im so sure women tell you daily that they can not get enough of you! haha! So just add me to the list because holy crap! I really just cant get enough of you! I need more hours in my day to be able to read more more more! XO!
I wish 😉 Most of the time it’s that they’ve had enough and can’t stand me any longer. I’m glad you haven’t got bored of me yet! And for that, I sincerely thank you xo
getting bored with you is something I doubt I will ever feel!! ❤ !!
I will hold you to that 😉 ❤
Yes I think you should! 😉
Honest beautiful piece
Thank you very much x
You are most welcome
Your writing is very touching and honest also captivating.
That’s very sweet of you to say, thank you 🙂
You’re welcome 🙂 xx
I love the description of the way her collar holds the scent of a bookstore. It evokes so many senses. 👏
Thank you, Rachel. It’s a nice image, one that just crept up on me 🙂
I am a fool for not stopping by here more often. Your words are as beautiful as ever and seeing how you have evolved over the years is inspiring. Big love to you ❤
I’m glad you stopped by 🙂 It’s not always possible to find the time, so I understand. Strange how it’s been over three years now. It’s good that we have both evolved since then in many different ways, and that we’ve kept pushing forwards. Hope you are doing well Shayna ❤
What a fantastic write! I’m spoilt for options about my favorite words, lines, nuances. Suffice to say, this was bravissimo!
Oh! Thank you ever so much! I’m so pleased you enjoyed reading this. And thank you for taking the time to leave me such a nice comment 🙂
You’re most welcome. 🙂
This is❤️
Thank you 🙂 ❤
Your words are like ink to a blank paper.
So beautiful!
That is very kind of you, and I appreciate it dearly x
Wow. This is absolutely incredible and beautiful and I don’t know how you do it, time and again, able in so few words to evoke such passionate emotion within the reader, such vivid images and scenes. I nearly felt as if I was her for a few moments and it took my breath away. god. I love this. Thank you for sharing.
I am blessed that it made you feel this way. And that it made you feel like her for a second; that’s just magic.
It always comes down to love.
It has to. Without it, we’re just turds.
Thank you for being so kind. I hope your day is a fine one, and that the words flow for you like wine x
“In a burnt-out church, and in an empty parking lot, you still do this to me. You still hurt.”
I don’t know why, well, I do, but I am not as eloquent as you and can’t properly explain how my heart flipped as I read this part. But then, it often does when I read your words, Stephen. It’s what brings me back again and again. x
It moves me that you know what this is like as well. The emotions. The loneliness. The love, or should that be, the lack of love.
They all dance for us, it seems.
Thank you, Allane, for showing faith in me and letting me know it’s okay to be like this x
I do have faith in you. You’ve made me have faith in me too. Before I met you, I had almost given up writing, reading…you restored something in me. I wish I had the clout to encourage other people to read your words. What you write makes me feel less alone, less odd. x
Thank you, Allane.
As I’ve mentioned before, to inspire and encourage others with my words is such an accomplishment, no matter how small the scale. Those human connections make me feel less of an alien, and so it makes me smile knowing you feel less alone and odd as a result. Thats a beautiful thing indeed x
Wow! Just wow! 💖
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it ❤
I’m inspired to write something. Thanks to you. 😊
I’m so honoured! I hope the words come thick and fast! 🙂