"It" is a demon. Sometimes benign, sometimes malevolent. "It" is music, a theme with variations. "It" is an aroma, a moment of clarity, a perception, a climax. "It" is the black dove at the end of a prayer. "It" is the impulse which leads to a kiss, "It" is the taste of new wine with a texture of blood. "It" is revengeful and sleek like a panther or a plague. "It" is your opposite, run, draw or lose. No matter where you go, there you are.
"I come cloaked in silence and veiled with iniquity. My reason is eternal, equal and opposite, the closer I come the stronger you push. The harder you pull the longer the rope."
I feel a coldness in my stomach, like I've swallowed a fiberglass penguin. Is this a diary entry or an excuse for a joke?
I'm ashamed of where I come from. I feel like a test tube baby who's mummy is a Petri dish and who's daddy is a teat pipette. I don't want to go anywhere! How can i open my heart on a 23 hour plane ride to the wilderness?
Anyway, "it" is a land of free speech and fantasy. A dialogue of wishfulness and conjecture. A force of motivation and inspiration. A permission to linger on images of thoughts which end in desires.
For example?
A) I want to kiss you.
B) Of course you do.
A) Kiss me with your mouth, your love is better than wine.
B) Then what?
A) "First I want a kiss and then I want it all."
B) It's your desire.
A) Yes. I have conjured the image and toyed with the thought and burn with desire.
B) Maybe this paltry secret creates a mask of guilt.
A) It's a fantasy. Probably too small minded and inane for you. Insulting and ridiculous.
B) Just lust.
A) Just lust.
B) So now I know. What's the nature of the kiss wish though? Does it have a spiritual dimension.
A) It has a warmth and a moistness which releases the imprisoned child of my soul.
B) A kiss of peace.
A) Yes, from angel to angel. A kiss of longing to arrest all beauty.
B) Angels are sexless.
A) Because they don't need anything.
B) Kiss of the spiderwoman?
A) Kiss of death.
B) You've gone too far.
A) It's just an image in my stomach.
B) Do you feel guilty?
A) No.
B) Perhaps you should.
A) Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Let's get out of this tunnel. The badger is snuffling in the bright sunshine.
B) I thought they were nocturnal creatures?
A) I don't want to possess the badger. I'm in love with her Wildness. She shouldn't be up at this time of day.
B) She needs six hours to sleep.
A) Give me a cigarette.
B) No.
A) Why?
B) You don't smoke.
A) Kiss me.
B) No.
A) Why?
B) I'm smoking.
A) Smoking is mystical.
"It" has left the stage. A and B look at each other in warm silence; something has been added to the lightness in their eyes.
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