merging

Life felt mystical, in a dream.
The liquid indigo seeped into her pores.
A sense of infinite peace, beauty and tranquility permeated.
Urdu poetry called itself into her awareness.

She felt like laying down on soft, sultry, seductive tufts of green grass.
Giving in to the night, succumbing in entirety.
To be caressed by the wind.

The next tram to Wimbledon screeched to a stop.
A lot less packed with humans.
She stepped into the metallic cage as the doors slid shut.
And drifted safely home on the tapestry of safety and reality or illusion seeping and merging.

The veils were certainly thin that night.

The stars beckoned again, the moon undressed her yielding body until she lay trembling in ecstasy, begging for more to fill her... more to fill the void.

She came multiple times with only the temptress a witness to her whimpers, groans and orgasmic screams.

All she wanted was to make Love to the Universe, to become Whole.

All she wanted was to become alive on this earthly plane.
To rebirth herself.

To do it properly this time.

The merging of male and female is necessary before any birth can occur.

***

First attempt at fiction this year. I just need to let go of fear and allow the words to flow.

A mere plot device

Right now, she allows the dark tones and lyrics of the song Atlantic wash over her. A few hours prior to this, her body had curled into a tight foetal position in an empty office. She had clutched onto her stomach and wailed out the hurt, the betrayal, the grief that wracked her being.

The triggers don't really matter.

It doesn't matter if it is a small child, an older man, a young handsome fella... God uses all people and all souls as mere plot devices.

She played the villain in so many other people's stories.

And... she was tired.



I hope all my days
Will be lit by your face
I hope all the years
Will hold tight our promises

I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid

I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid

And if I need anything at all

I need a place
That's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
Though all the world is broken

I need a place
Where I can make my bed
A lover's lap where I can lay my head
Cos now the room is spinning
The day's beginning

atlantic... keane