Love in the summer... |
Earthlings In July Summer storms are the perfect setting for all things erotic. When the flashes fill the room, we curl close, like milk-fed kittens thinking of how soft each other’s skin would be without the cloth. Libidinous curiosity, delicious impetuosity, all in a room that ignites in short bursts, affording quick, rhythmic glimpses of our nakedness; we dance like natives, lunging like beasts while salting our skin. Voltaic scars on the starless skin of midnight arouse the lust for fear which fuels us all. We are awake and aware, pushed back into our insignificance by the most exalted of voices, cowering and yet, full of fire. All of the rules, save those beyond our will, have broken at our feet, leaving us strangely sovereign, in a world where skin and blood possess no authentic power. Sanctuary breathes under the covers when the cosmos begins to break into jagged, portentous pieces. We are certain of nothing; we are only comforted by the touch of bodies, sparking in the dark. When our eyes begin to close there is only the peace of black despite the howls and the clamour, and we are stroked and soothed by it, this ominous, elysian lullaby. Our delusions are spoiled, but we know we are breathing. |