Drabble #5: I'm so close

I’m so close to living the life I want.

I see it every day. I hear him read his soul. I feel her sing her heart. I am the difference between trying and doing. I’ll call myself an artist; that will make me one. Look at me, trying to be a piece of art. I’m beautiful, or not. I need you to judge me mercilessly, to have opinions about me, trite or deep.

Do you see it yet? The art that I have become. Am I giving you all that I am? Am I doing it? Am I doing it?

Drabble #4: He pulls me towards him with gentle force.

He pulls me towards him with gentle force. He spins me around and I’m caught willingly between his kiss and the wall. I’m lifted from the ground, not afraid to fall.

I feel his hot breath on my neck. No words are spoken. As I moan in his ear he understands what I have said: I will help you forget. Every part of him touches me. I bite my lip as I claw his skin. I’m letting go.

Driven by the need to consume his anguish I match his strength with my tenderness until neither of are aching any longer.

Drabble # 3: The closer we get

The closer we get, the stronger it’s pulling. It starts as a look, then it’s a feeling, now it’s a touch, then it’s uncontrollable and willing. When your body nears, time loses track of the mind. You’ll leave your world and come to mine.

And I know the place and I sing the songs. And we dance to a melody and your heart beats along. And you bring the comfort and you are the laughter. And we share a smile and my soul travels faster.

In seconds we return, having lost only breaths. We move on, pretending we never left.

Drabble #2: My hunger

My hunger for you has left my senses confused. Starving for what I cannot have. You taste like music and sound like petrichor. You smell like warmth and feel like color. And to my eyes you look savory.

My imagination has led my senses astray. Daydreaming all night long. You look like comfort and feel like spice. You smell like a rhythm and sound like sugar. And to my mouth you taste bright.

I do not know your taste, or your sound, your smell, your touch, your sight. I crave everything that you are, but I do not know you.

Drabble #1: I do not want to live

“I do not want to live,” my Heart cries.

My Soul responds, “Do you want to die?”

“Please help me.”

“You have two choices: Stop being miserable or stop being.”

“I’m almost dead but I cannot die.”

“Walk away from everything that hurts you. Look at it from a distance. Never touch it again. Never feel it again.”

“What if I can’t?”

“You must.”

After time, my Heart returns, “I know what it feels like to want to die. I know what it feels like to want to live. I know which one feels better. I owe you everything Love.”