BlackBody
| I found you lying on the
sidewalk and as soon as I saw you, laying there, I knew you had to be
mine. I couldn't believe someone could just throw you out, so cruelly, left in the rain to rot. You were golden when I found you and a bit rusted but I saw past it. I wondered if I was the only one that could. You reminded me of everything that I love about things like you. You, the best of you, bring out the best of me and my kind. You also bring out the worst. I picked you up. You were light and wet but I knew you felt happy to be with me and I was happy with you. |
When we finally made it
home, me carrying you under my arm, I lay you gently on the couch.
There you sat. You sat uncomfortably for a while. A week maybe two. I just stared, cautious, not quite sure what to say or do. I was just happy to have you there, company. Then after a few nights of silent staring and awkward glances, you, you began to appear different to me. I began to feel better with you. Like the first day I saw you, I again wanted to hold you, I wanted to make you mine. I felt, suddenly, that is why I brought you home. |
My hands, sweating from
nerves and anticipation were leaving wet black spots on your body.
Humiliating. I then put you on your back, then to the front. From every angle you were like a statue. I couldn't wait any longer I had to make you mine. I kissed you. Then a word appeared. I kissed you again. Another word. I picked you up. You seemed pleased. You put your head back and let me study you closer, softer, I turned you to your side. Slowly, naturally, my thoughts and feelings appeared. My insecurities, my fears, my joys, my hopes and non sense laid bare for you to see. BlackBody. |