Window watching
Jun. 29th, 2005 12:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonSmell of burnt onions mixes with the scent of your sweat. The two will now become synomous in my memory. A plank of ash hangs perilously off a forgotten cigarette over on the corner of the stove above me. The exhaust fan is rattling dust from its iron blades, and along with the absent minded tune the refridgerator hums constantly, creates an unintended white noise seranade. I'm laying on the floor on my back, hands folded behind my head using your discarded t-shirt as a pillow. The tiles feel deliciously cool against my exposed flesh. I stare up at the ceiling, creating maps of imaginary countries out of the cracks in the paint & plaster. A crumpled wad of one of your missing stockings hides behind the trash bin. I pretend I don't see it and return my attention to you. You've got your back to me, naked and leaning out the kitchen window. My eyes follow trace the curves of your legs. Short, strong and thick but soft as a childs first dream of the moon, flowing into that perfect ass of yours. Equine & slightly obscene, the slight shift of cheek as you readjust your weight. The rest of you is obscured by the sunlight reflecting off the glass pane, truncating this perfect vision of you. I smile thinking of my neighbors passing by. Seeing you perched above them, a terrible angel of beauty, bare breasted & defiant. Hair hanging over your face, only the lips are seen offering a hint of your kiss. They gasp and turn away suddenly or they leer in frozen horror as your laughter rains down on them, a cruel echo of a joy they'll never know. Your beyond them now, a mythological creature bought to life: Half woman and half fire. You giggle suddenly, delighted, like a little girl free to roam playground indefinetly.
'Whatcha lookin' at babe?' I ask. Like all men I am condemned to ruin the perfection silence offers us.
'The birds' You say eventually, without looking back at me or losing the giggle in your voice.
'Have you ever just stopped and looked out your window at the birds?'
I don't answer. It's not that kind of question. I close my eyes and try to sink into this moment. To anchor my memory deep into these last few minutes. I try to carve your form into my eyes and will time itself to collapse around the gravity of your body. In answer to this secret wish a strong breeze billows in, washes around you as some clouds part outside and the room suddenly floods with a burst of effulgence. Your shadow swallows me, a tide off a sea of light pulling me back into you.
'Whatcha lookin' at babe?' I ask. Like all men I am condemned to ruin the perfection silence offers us.
'The birds' You say eventually, without looking back at me or losing the giggle in your voice.
'Have you ever just stopped and looked out your window at the birds?'
I don't answer. It's not that kind of question. I close my eyes and try to sink into this moment. To anchor my memory deep into these last few minutes. I try to carve your form into my eyes and will time itself to collapse around the gravity of your body. In answer to this secret wish a strong breeze billows in, washes around you as some clouds part outside and the room suddenly floods with a burst of effulgence. Your shadow swallows me, a tide off a sea of light pulling me back into you.
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