get along

I am comfortably numb; listening to that clear, soft and cold voice drawing transparent vowels into my ears. e.o.a.e.a.o. Explore the darkness. Amplify echoes of a synesthetic whisper colored in a slightly spicy, heavy, sweet fragrance of tuberoses. Get along. Get along. The quiescent twin is slowly waking up. Stretching itself in the rain. keunyeol ijeo. Subdue the rain. Forget about the street. Just listen to slow movements of your own dance.

Photo: http://blogs.wvgazette.com/johnmccoy/files/2009/11/rain.jpg

almost like missing you

Almost like her voice were mine; soft and delicate like the ice-crystal powder on a glass of white dry wine, conveying thoughts and emotions into ethereal words that I cannot catch

https://soundcloud.com/user-451338896/siri-gjaere-tord-gustavsen-almost-like-missing-you 

REM (II)

I guess somewhere deep inside I hold you captive in a strange stasis. You’re floating through my solar plexus causing me an awkward visceral sensation. I cannot covert it into anything palpable, but a REM state caressing my delicate, multilayered, light-sensitive membrane with blurred golden yellow images whose texture I can still feel on my neck.

hidden dimensions (II). talking to wind

I found that life. And I lived each moment of it. Short poems of passing by on a deserted beach, riding astride in the warm light of sunset, talking to the silence of the mountain about those always thought-of and never-spoken feelings. I’m a camcorder. And happy cause it’s raining. It’s a perfect cover up for tears.

deja-vu

Îmi trag casca pe cap. Ai luat camera? Am luat-o. Am muzica în urechi ştiu succesiunea. Ştiu vocalele. Ştiu ce spui. Te-ai tâmpit iremediabil. Play! Îmi place zgomotul de geamuri sparte. Accente şi cioburi. Ritmul. Alunec uşor în lateral… dacă faci mişcări bruşte ne-am împrăştiat. Ca să ştii. Şoseaua şi the wheel spinning move. Asfaltul fierbinte. Trepidaţiile fine ale motorului. Deja-vu! Ce sa aleg? Galben auriu de grâu sau galben strălucitor de rapiţă? Albastru fierbinte de vară sau albastrul oţel de dinainte de ploaie? Obsessed. Murmurul motorului turat ţi se lipeşte ca o pisică de gambă. Aş putea să prind în acelaşi cadru linia îmbrăcată în piele a genunchiului tău şi marginea drumului so delicately blurred? Cum s-ar combina un rolling lent cu deplasarea rectilinie printr-o lume schiţată din impulsuri electrice? Azi eşti parte din ea.

Photo: http://goodlifezen.com/2008/12/23/what-is-natural-spirituality/

trip aside (II)

… capturing short sparks of emotions. In that very moment. But any trace of emotion melt down and reshaped. Fragile and introvert and stubborn.
Always bearing a mask. A bloody impenetrable make-up. And I feel like a hunter. And a prey.

The plunk was clear. In minor key. Perhaps sharp.

The sunset light broke the transparent glass and caught inside all the small particles of dust.

Photo: http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/200487958-001/Riser

trip aside diary (I)

Great light. Full moon. The eyes keep looking way beyond the window. And then he smiled; the arch of upper lip was changing. “When you’re looking at me, what do you like most?” “Your jaw line. Well defined. Brisk and thin…" And eyes. And smile. And collarbone And shoulder line… It will be an excellent exhibition. By far. A magnificent theater of shadows they said. We are all haunted by shadows. Blades and collars hidden in the perfect whiteness of linen.
The light is gone.
So am I.

electric sunset

shades

It seems like jazz. Improvising, lots of volatile images popping-up; Surrender! Shut the perception doors wide open. Remain emotionally unattached. Sharing intimacy with an unapproachable slenderness caught in powerful rhythmic routines. Eyes touch that chin shape, trickle along the delicate long neck, then insidiously following those vague curves with minds’ fingers all way down…

Erase. Re-write.

how to ruin simple things

I thought things were going so well. They did. That’s when I screw up… Aceeaşi bancă pe care acum ceva vreme îmi sprijineam privirea de genunchi şi de umăr, dar n-aş fi îndrăznit să te privesc in ochi. Apoi, nu am îndrăznit să mă apropii; ţi-am cuprins cu ochii doar încheietura mâinii…

spellbound

Deep. Intense. Bit harsh, bit tender.

Long falling vowels. Sensual pauses.

Tough consonants. Whispered sounds

Purring infrasounds into my ear.

pop-up

După multă vreme azi mi-am amintit subit de tine.

Un pop-up fulgerător. Scurt şi intens. O fracţiune de secundă de emoţie.

Găsisem o cheie în nisip în timp ce mă duceam la radio vacanţa să dau anunţ să ne întâlnim. Ai venit la obelisc. Apoi a venit seara. Mai târziu m-am gandit cum ar fi fost să vedem răsăritul şi să-ţi mângâi părul blond.

Dacă n-aş fi fost îndrăgostită de prietenul tău.





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