Oh, how lovely you are tonight my dear. Nights like these — you know, the ones filled with your calming aroma and comforting silence, remind me why I cherish you so. For the longest time I wanted to be the cherished one but I've found that spoiling you and engulfing you satiates a part of me that I have never known. I never knew it was possible, to love someone so entirely, all parts of them. You have the loveliest heart... so rich and full. So plump and sweet. I don't even mind that it's greyed for me over time. My love for you is eternal, and you will never age nor falter for me, dearest. If I could preserve this moment I would, but time waits for no man. And certainly not unrefrigerated. Let the record play until it skips tonight. Let me sway you side to side in the flickering yellow light. Let me be your balance and uplift you. Don't say a word, watch us as we spin! See how well I treat you, even if your body has become a tad stiff and unmindful. Watch us while we spin... like a camera on tripod. Watch us while we spin... from the height of the kitchen island. Watch us while we spin... you and me. Watch us like a jealous lover. I can't wait for supper.
There's nowhere to hide. Every corner. Hole, crack, nook, cranny; compromised. Expansive and unavoidable. Universal to both predator and prey, the living, the dead, and those who tow the line. It is unassailable. A force that expands, contracts, chokes, and consumes. Gasping, some flee from it. Sighing, others allow it to ensnare them. Every second that passes, it becomes more and more apparent that there is no escape. Any hope for it (escape) dissolves and shatters, and dissipates just before it collects the gravity to crush you. You cannot hide. I cannot hide. There's nowhere to hide.
It is not as though I taunted you Nor reached out for you It is not as though I called nor beckoned If I have summoned you in some way, By some dishonest deed or fumble Such that would provoke such ghoulish figures Or plague me with such apparitions, I repent How can you torment me so? With no voice, no eyes, no soul, no body Only lack of light Passing so casually by as if you don't know you don't belong here Passing through me with the nonchalance of the conscious-less What have I done? Say something! What have I done? Explain! What have I done? Go away! What taunted, reached, called, beckoned? Return to darkness if you cannot say Is it the depths of the atmosphere you inhabit? Or the depths of my mind?
