Sometimes whole days will go by and I won't even notice.
I'll be holding my breath, busy wanting the sun, the seas and the stars... until my legs dissolve underneath me and I choke to death on yearning for the touch of a certain pair of hands on my fire and the feel of a certain set of lips on my ice.
The unfeeling feeling lingers on until I realize it's all in my head and I shake myself alive, only to find that I will never fully recover from that sweet sleepwalking state that made me laugh when in pain and cry when in pleasure.
Avoiding it is not at all impossible - just accompanied by regret. So I'll just succumb to this sensation and bow to what he's said: "if music be the food of love, play on."
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4 comments:
did you write this??
because it's amazing.
I love the imagery that's in it, it's just a beautiful play on words.
Wow, thanks! Hahah yes, I did write it... except for the last line, which is a quote from Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night" :)
I watched the video - it's hilarious!! Hahah I love the video of your dog too, by the way!
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