Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Sweet Narcissus

I caught myself in a narcissistic moment late last night when I was going to bed way too late to be good for me.
In the process of removing my shirt I bent my head to my shoulder and found myself drowning happily in the warm, sweet smell of skin, my own skin. I spent a minute or two appreciating the softness and that almost tangible sweetness, suffering narcissism and vampiristic tendencies towards myself. Until the chill of the night registered and by the light of the nearly full moon streaming through my window I crawled, abashed, beneath my quilt and said goodnight, to myself.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Criatura De La Noche

Have you ever come across a person who, at night, is a grandiose entity. They seem to swell in the moonlight. They open their hands and the people around them crawl adoringly into their palms. When you're around them you find yourself becoming intoxicated by their very presence feeling as though too much could send you to a place in which you end up on the floor at their feet, fawning and incoherent.
And has there ever been a time when you find yourself wondering if they exist in daylight.