This night there was a simmering heat inside the ribcage containing my heart. The tenderly sweet drumming sound of a heart twisting, getting torn, disfigured, yet revealed, coming, becoming.

Dance with me, my paramour, mine for tonight. Dance to the rhythm that protected us from the turning round and round of the world. Here under this protective blanket of starry night melody, it's just you and me slow-dancing in this comfortable darkness.

We swayed, my hands, fingers tangled in your hair, encircled your contours, keeping you, claiming you mine. My perfect fit. There's no tomorrow, nothing else, you're everything, this slow burning was everything, your scent was my air, your warmth my blood, your taste my sustenance. Here, I was nothing without you. Here, I was everything with you.

Dance, my lover, my raison d'ĂȘtre and sine qua non, there's no tomorrow.
SimonFlarerington SimonFlarerington
26-30, M
1 Response Aug 16, 2014

Awesome! I can relate to that. Who composed this?

I did, it's my imagination, my longing.

Wow! You might think I'm crazy, but I think it's more than your imagination. What you describe actually exists in another dimension. I think you are a gifted seer :-)

No I don't think you're crazy. I think you're a lovely man, Aeonian. :)