Am I the one you had imagined? Am I now your pleasure? For what is it
to be that I may be the one you admire? And be it, I may seem to be
all that a woman would desire, so as easy as it be, I find myself in
your arms, and you, so easily in mine. I have grown to not know
anymore. I do not know if it is love that you feel, or may it be that
it is lust? Do you know what the words are that are written on my arm?
Did you see, as you explored my body; did you see that I wear my heart
on my sleeve? Or was it mere ink? What do those symbols mean? What is
in my heart? What is in yours, I do not know!
As for you, I know that it is not lust you feel. I pity you, for you,
my dear girl, you are so confused by your heart. "How is it so? How is
it that I have fallen so in love with one I feel I know intimately,
and yet, it is as though I do not know this one at all?" My dear, I
know that is the question in the cavity inside you which is
momentairly filled by the beat from within your chest. A flash! A
flash and it is gone! The hole becomes! Again, it becomes! Void!
Hollow! You are in love with me, and yet, you do not know me! You do
not know me, yet, you love him. Me! I do not know him! He does not
know me, and yet, he and I are one and the same! Two men, one body!
Two futures, two destinies, and two girls. Two, of whom, love the same
body, but different men!
You, I do not have to tell! I know you do not have to ask. For the
words written on my arm, you already know from deep within your heart.
In your eyes, I can see that the seed is there. Let it grow. Become
fertile to receive it, and it will grow! A mere whisper will set off a
fire which you have waited for through your whole life.
Before you, I have not known one to know my passion, but it will still
take time for you to understand where my passion has come from. Who
was the hand who has sculpted all that I am? What was ordained when
life was breathed into me? Sometimes, I know that I have forgotton,
but most times, I forget that I know!
C S Martin
chadmartin.delcarmenproductions.com
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