Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "watch"
Neptune Records .
I know her presence real well. Her absence, her absence is really really familiar. But my familiar stranger is missing, I miss her. So very much. I miss her guitar and what she wrung out from her strings. But something had gotten inverted along the way and she reverted into this stranger that's truly familiar and yet strangely beautiful, of strange beauty.
Oddly enough, I remember how she felt in my home, how the walls felt with her within them. Some places are not places. It's weird. I don't know, man. This place, ancient and nouveau, is making me fall in love with her. But what she feels about herself is quite a different story. So from now on all my stories, every page, will be about her wanting to leave this place but how she couldn't. She did after all promised me to let me get back to my story, she promised to get me back to my story, leading me there by hand.
I look around, I don't care about people like these, I care about people like her.
Why?
Because I want to. But who's rooting for us ? Certainly not her. Maybe in another story and why not? For she's like an idea, plump and overripe. Though the only one consuming her was her.
Until now.
Oddly enough, I remember how she felt in my home, how the walls felt with her within them. Some places are not places. It's weird. I don't know, man. This place, ancient and nouveau, is making me fall in love with her. But what she feels about herself is quite a different story. So from now on all my stories, every page, will be about her wanting to leave this place but how she couldn't. She did after all promised me to let me get back to my story, she promised to get me back to my story, leading me there by hand.
I look around, I don't care about people like these, I care about people like her.
Why?
Because I want to. But who's rooting for us ? Certainly not her. Maybe in another story and why not? For she's like an idea, plump and overripe. Though the only one consuming her was her.
Until now.
speculative fiction
You are no Paz Vega but you know what I want right now. Your warm weight on me making me real, more real than these words, yes, but something else too. I want to kiss you, I have to, I must. Let's try that, kissing without words, we have to meet.
Why are you smiling like that? This is not fiction. Speculative or otherwise. We must kiss and burn off our lips. Tell you what, I'll let you decide where. Where should I kiss you. And whilst hugging you, I'll gnaw on your slender neck too.
Let's get naked under the moon, the stars can watch too and let the sun get envious. Take off all your clothes, all of them and straddle me. I miss being inside you. I miss being in your head, your slowly rotting away brain. I miss eating it, the bites I took of you. I miss eating you. Eating your gray matter and all the other delicious parts as well.
Why are you looking at me like that, hunger making you smile that smile of yours, get off me-
Why are you smiling like that? This is not fiction. Speculative or otherwise. We must kiss and burn off our lips. Tell you what, I'll let you decide where. Where should I kiss you. And whilst hugging you, I'll gnaw on your slender neck too.
Let's get naked under the moon, the stars can watch too and let the sun get envious. Take off all your clothes, all of them and straddle me. I miss being inside you. I miss being in your head, your slowly rotting away brain. I miss eating it, the bites I took of you. I miss eating you. Eating your gray matter and all the other delicious parts as well.
Why are you looking at me like that, hunger making you smile that smile of yours, get off me-
