The Man Who Sold The World

"I think rock should be tarted up, made into a prostitute, a parody of itself. It should be the clown, the Pierrot medium." (David Bowie)

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Fill Me Up


With white brief on, he opens the door for me
Letting me in, filling me with ecstasy
I turn away not wanting him to look through me,
afraid he will catch my sparks, my fear, my loneliness

“How old are you?” he asks
“Twenty seven” I answer

“Walking in the snowy street
Let me understand
Drifting down a silent park
Stumbling over land
Open up your heart to me
Show me who you are
And I would be your slave”

He then lit it
and I start inhaling it
White gas so sweet
Tasted like sex, like love…
It tasted familiar

I suck his body, I suck his mind, I want to suck his sorrow, I want to suck his journey, his cock
I want to suck every inch of him and more.
More.

“Slowly..” he says.
and I keep sucking

I heard Milly's voice in the back of my head...
"Pick 5 cards out of the stack!"I hesitate. She smiles."One, Two, Three, Four..."
"Five."

“Slowly..” he repeats

I keep sucking.

I don’t want to let go, I have breath of a thousand year.
I suck on everything he has and had
Keep them all inside, very deep inside

“Do you sleep in quietude?
Do you walk in peace?
Do you laugh out loud at me?
No one else that is free
Open up your heart to me
Show me all you are
And I would be your slave”

“You did it like a pro” he says
“It's only because I feel safe".
There is no time for fear, only gratitude for those who treat me kindly

For this hour, I have him all inside me, keep him for myself.
Through my throat, he slides down into my lungs, my vein,
Through my shoulder blades,
To systematically flood my bloodstream.
I has him for this hour.

“I don't sit around and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footprints in the sand”

He leads me into the room,I make love to him this hour.
I open up, am ready to be bent,
To be folded, to be shaped.
I am ready to be moulded.
Once again

"A good year a head of you"
"A stranger"
"A soulmate... will freshen your rotten soul" Milly's voice revisits me
"A constant battle"
"Romance or finance.."
"One or the other, you choose"
"All your life"
"Sorry"

“You feels like a virgin” he whispers
“I’m glad to be your virgin”
We both melts into one.
As I have all of him inside me, filling me up
I see colors, I hear rhymes, I taste toffee

“Don’t let my boyfriend know”
As the door behind me closed

I was intoxicated by him that hour, and nothing by the Ice

“I bet you laugh out loud at me
A chance to strike me down
Give me peace of mind at last
Show me all you are
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave"

"I don't sit and waitI don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footprints in the sand
I would give you all my love
Nothing else is free
Open up your heart to meAnd I would be your slave”



HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007