Soft like there’s silk everywhere :: musical sensory recall


Keep Art Alive :: Art by Joshua Petker

like a pillow
she won’t care
anyway (where).”

Her lips were softer than mine, smaller, pursed when she looked at me, budding like a rose. There were subtleties between us, stolen glances and half-hidden suggestions. I wrote about her in a composition book that I took with me everywhere that unseasonably cool July. It was months later that she admitted, in a fight no less, that she used to read it nervously in the backroom, glancing up at the monitor every other word, making sure I was busy with customers.

We sat with our feet in the gutter, between two parked cars. The rest of everyone left inside drinking, music playing loudly, we could hear it clearly from out there in the street. She talked on and on, chasing words into circles around us both, the speed pulsing a back beat rhythm just under our pale skin. This song flowed out of the open windows of the party we had left behind, and she said to me, with her eyes focused far off and away, “this song was playing in my head when we first met.”

It was a lie, an after midnight manipulation, something I would get used to whenever I fell hard for someone, like how I was falling for her that night. My heart dangles so clearly from the edges of my sleeves that it becomes ever so tempting to tug on it, tie it in knots, make it someone else’s own. That night I believed her, took a deep breath, and leaned in closer.

And right there in that moment, as this song began to end, she stood up and ran away.

Only Shallow :: My Bloody Valentine

3 thoughts on “Soft like there’s silk everywhere :: musical sensory recall

  1. Samueldpoetry – Ibadan, Nigeria – Samueldpoetry represents Samuel. C. Enunwa, a Nigerian poets, a literature and local language teacher, a chess and scrabble intermediate player, a multilingual fellow and a blog lover.
    samueldpoetry442 says:

    Reblogged this on Samueldpoetry.

  2. Romantic Dominant – A faded romantic Dominant with a love of all things beautiful and a taste for the darkly sensual and decadent. A lover of music, food and wine, literature, theatre, film and art. A writer. Though not a good one. Of novels, shorts stories, songs and poetry. The written word is my joy and my curse. I am tall, silver haired, slender with piercing hazel/blue eyes and long, sensitive hands. I am neither handsome nor unattractive. I am a realistic dreamer, an idealistic pragmatist. I am a sexually dominant but patient and sensual lover. I adore intelligent, elegant, independent, beautiful women . I am not young. I am faded and fading. But if the music is playing, and the wine is good, and the stars are shining bright in a soft velvet night sky, and the light falls on me just right, then you might see the man who could break hearts. Well, if you have a very good imagination anyway ...
    Romantic Dominant says:

    Gorgeous, every part

    1. lyriquediscorde – Los Angeles, California – Los Angeles writer, mother, lover of music, books, film, tv, travel, cooking, jukeboxes, lists, themes, game nights, potlucks, coffee, letters, postcards, and conversation. Ever-evolving, learning, and changing. Every day is another opportunity to do better. 
      lyriquediscorde says:

      Thank you so much, D.

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