isolation unit 01 -longing-

I’ve begun a kind of an adventure into writing, and this new creative experience I’ve labeled Isolation Unit. Sometimes I take this task alone, other times I will write with friends about certain topic, knowing we’ll all have different interpretations and styles of writing in our final result. This is one such product of my Isolation Unit, and hopefully more will follow. But I thought I’d share them to see if anyone might enjoy them or have any thoughts or ideas to share or receive. Enjoy.

isolation unit 01 -longing-

You know it’s strange. I miss you. I never thought I’d miss you, considering I see you almost every day. But I miss your body, standing there in front of me, the picture of you come to life. I miss you being here. Just…being here. Laying next to me, your head gently resting on my shoulder as you breathed those soft shallow breathes of yours. The movements your body would make when I’d caress you. The small of your back, your neck, you legs, your lips…I touched them in ways they weren’t used to. And I know you loved it. The ice cold, jolting you to your senses, brought you back through the haze and fog of thought and fatigue and returned your interest to me. To my lips. To my slender neck. Moving down to my chest, as your fingernails drew small designs on my back, your breath warm and soft as its wisps tickle me as you make your way down. Its not as though I need those things. But I loved them. I loved touching you and waiting for your body’s reaction. But my favourite was to satisfy you with enough pleasure that you got carried into orbit.  Watching you make your way through the clouds as your body reentered our atmosphere… it was better than anything for me. Watching shooting stars is nothing compared to your body coming back to me. And then theres the things you do to me. You’d get lower and lower as I went higher and higher…and I miss it. I miss my own reactions. Not even physical…but the emotions you inspired with me. The emotions…you do inspire in me. Like these. I’ve never missed you more than when I realize I’ve never had you to miss. I’ve never seen your body coming back to me, the reactions you have to my cold hands; I’ve never felt those kisses of love wistfully delivered to me as you loved me so gently…but I have seen you… from a distance. And I just wanted to let you know…that I miss you. I miss you more and more, because ultimately it isn’t you I’m missing…it’s just a concept. One we all aspire to. Is that so wrong? Am I…so wrong?

~ by Silence on December 9, 2008.