I Died Inside Her
November. A Thursday. The firelight plays tricks on the mind. Especially when it is backlighting for the main attraction.
Her.
Dancing.
I dare not sketch her in my journal, lest my intentions be written down. Recorded for all time.
But.
When she moves in front of me, I want to consume her graceful curves. Right angles. Rusty skin. She flicks her finger, and I can’t tell if it is a trick of the firelight or the yearning of my mind. I don’t care when I follow her. Away from the bonfire. Into the shadow. A mist moves under the stars, flung like glitter on black velvet.
I crawl inside her, and I die a little while.
This post is part of the series Death Becomes Me. It is a series of fiction. If this is your first visit to the series, please click here to read the first installment, go here for the second and go here for the third.
ah, la petit mort…
I have always love la petit mort.
Fitting that I would include it in a story somehow.
It is quite a lovely thing
Gimme a calm minute and I’ll torture you with links to Much Ado about nothing and Cutting Crew both
Wouldn’t be torture for me.
Thanks to Kenneth for supplying the rock. I can find no video for the Much Ado quote, but it goes
“I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap,
and be buried thy eyes; and moreover,
I will go with thee to thy uncle’s”
I’ve always loved the ‘die in thy lap’ quote. One of my all time faves.
Jessie, I am slain. Cutting Crew with my morning coffee, Shakespeare (actually, should it surprise anyone the “moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s” part of that quote is the bit I love best?) for breakfast, and all this? Icing on Andra’s *very* hot cake.
That came out wrong. And I don’t want to be right.
I love it when the comments come together so well. It’s a gift to me.
Andra’s “very hot cake”? Let me think about that…
I love the tags you used for this post, Andra. You’ll be attracting throngs of new admirers in no time.
Many of them will be naked.
Haha. Whatever works.
I just read Nancy’s comment and had to laugh…do let us know if those tags cause your stats to skyrocket! ha! This was beautifully sensual, Andra. Truly tantalizing! D
I’m sure I’d have to do a lot more of those tags to get anything for it, Debra. Way too many of them swirling out there already.
“When you will sleep, O dusky beauty mine,
Beneath a monument fashioned of black marble,
When you will have for bedroom and mansion
Only a rain-swept vault and a hollow grave.”
Don’t ever give that one to Nancy……..