Word-alchemist

"I want you to make me bleed."

Single most alluring phrase I have ever heard. Maybe. Good lord! Sensuality full-blown. Still reeling, reeling...allow me to pull myself upright.

"Let's all go in the river...
A mirror for my disguise.
She is tongue-tied, she won't make a sound;
To look at her makes me shiver --
I can see right through her eyes...in her mind,
And she believes she can only hide when I turn away."

'Alchemist with words', or so He said. Oh, I love that idea. He coined a new term that I absolutely adore. It's enough to make me blush, but all my blood has rushed elsewhere this evening. It's time to tell me what you saw -- in me, around me, through the colors that dribbled from my lips. What didn't you say when words weren't enough? 'Never close your lips to those to whom you have opened your heart,' warned Mr. Dickens. Remember, I grin, wagging a warning finger.

Where good girls go to die...that's where I'll be waiting, with my heart tacked to my sleeve.

Tell me -- now how should I feel?

Oh, Pachebel's 'Canon in D.' Full orchestra. I'm swimming in and out of it, watching fireflies after grey rainstorms blink like yellow-green pinpoints of summer essence. These notes, this melody, this harmonic flow, oh. Oh, oh, oh. I want to drop tears of delectable symphony-sound into someone else's soul-windows. Moving beauty. I envy those old composers so capable of making me hurt with little notes and beats and instrument-kisses.

Instrument kisses.

Oh, god. Here we go again. The crescendo...and I'm loosening resolve, unsticking an image, allowing myself to feelfeel the way it makes me want to lie down and breathe sound. Set me as a seal upon thine heart, muse, so that someday you can feel Canon-in-D on the inside. It really is a strange, silly, pretty sort of thing. Very human-inducing.

Very. Me.