Luscious darkness

Refreshing nights (?)

The darkness frays around halfopened eyes, creates schemes and shadows out of flickering lights. White flesh glistens in between the inky black floating across numb bodies. Helplessly extending fingers look for a last bittersweet delight, a dispersing rest of joy while lips move inward and outward, spinning like slow swirls. Rags, scattered pieces of clothing, small fragments of bones and other bodyparts whirl as if there were a breeze coming out of nowhere. Hot flows the firing life-juice past the assembled, moveless bodies, accumulating itself on the muddy floor, transforming into a scabby pool with jagged ends. One body moves forward without haste. Quietly rotating about the room, the eyes lose their focus, stay put only to lose their stand again. Features converge, merge, mutate into surreal images. Colours change constantly, quivering somehow like the restless hands and feet trembling across the room. Hardly able to keep the balance, legs shake as if they were vulcanos with only a few seconds left before the erupt. Tongues meet each other in the heart, the alighted point of the still shaking hallway. Rich and luscious the liquids of each mouths blend, leaving traces of both tastes inside the inner cavity of the mouth but also in the minds. One pair of eyes, the lids heavy lying upon the pupils, reaching for an answer while the other pai of eyes stays in its place, unable to move. Visions appear in front of the halfclosed, inner parts of the dilated pupils. Seconds extended to hours seemingly just to blend into moments short as breaths again. When the night makes room for the day and the first ray of red sunlight echoes above the still motionless covers of floating souls, the transformation sets the essence back into them. Reality cuts razorsharp like daggers into the soft traces of memories, awakens the pain, but also the emotions, until the night comes back again to release the prisoners...