Through a lens darkly
VI.
mozambique denied
Ecstasy is the ultimate tool in the modification, distraction and
construction of a soul. A bitter pill melts on my tongue.
- I am an African. I was born in Africa.
- Where?
- Mozambique. You know where that is?
- Yes. The East.
Syncopated memories like a flash of a strobe-light on a burnt-out retina
show images, fleeting moments lived and imagined. Dancing movements,
smooth perfect skin and seductive eyes. I will never forget her alluring
smile.
- Do you have knowledge? Desire?
- Knowledge of desire? Yes.
- For me I answer in my mind the same "yes."
Through the constraint of restraint, the ravages of the senses take over.
- No, I'm an atheist. But I believe in a universal power.
- You can see the energy. Its called chi.
Refined and brilliant images explode into my mind. Forms moving in
unison to a single pulsing beat. One rhythm enters the sub-conscious and
commands the body to move, to dance and to become free.
- Do you feel dizzy?
- No, I don't want to sit, just move. I am flying.
Questions written on palm leaves pass from hand to hand and fly to the
wind.
Heart thumping fast and then serene calm. A deep breath of calming
smoke. Entering another plain, a phase where black is white and white is
black. A realm of dreams follows the command of desire driven by
sentiment. Long buried and repressed, apparently unforgotten passions
resurface drenched in sweat. They reside in the gaze, I know.
Am I feeling adventurous or adulterous?
Bisexuality and carnality, hidden and shown by her smile tempt me; dreams
of caresses and touches move me. I never noticed the hips, her breasts,
those eyes. Or did I? I need to deny, to not taste her divinely salty
heat and wildly erotic body. But, so sensuously she moves. Racing
thoughts of kisses, touch and lust. Poli-sexuality, bi-amory,
poli-amory.
- Would you like some?
- I. I'm going to sit.
Post-lucid color calms while sitting in the sand. Sound once distorted
becomes so clear, clarified acuity of thought gives way to fuzzy and
unsure conscious movement.
- How was it?
- I wanted so badly to touch and kiss you.
- We have special ways of touching.
I fall asleep dreaming of undulations. . .
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