Uninvited 3/22/06

Like anyone would be

I am flattered by your fascination with me

Like any hot-blooded woman

I have simply wanted an object to crave

But you, you're not allowed

You're uninvited

An unfortunate slight

Must be strangely exciting

To watch the stoic squirm

Must be somewhat heartening

To watch shepherd need shepherd

But you you're not allowed

You're uninvited

An unfortunate slight

Like any uncharted territory

I must seem greatly intriguing

You speak of my love like

You have experienced love like mine before

But this is not allowed

You're uninvited

An unfortunate slight

I don't think you unworthy

I need a moment to deliberate

* * * Truly amazing, a gift, a mother fucking ROCK star! Who fucking better to permanently wear my fucking art!!! * * *

DJ Gage ~ The Super-Cool Be-Bopping Baby-Dyke DJ

She sees me walking across the empty club's dance floor. She watches as I climb the stairs to the DJ booth. She pushes her head phones down around her thin neck, slightly messing up her short hair.
I peak over the booths high door.
Hi.
Hi.
Look, I know it's not very popular and I know it's early, but do you think so Techno could be played.
What would you like?
In A Dream.
That's a classic.
Yeah, it's my fav.
Might take me a while to find, what would you like if I don't have it?
Anything trance-y with chick vocals.
Okay.
Thanks, what's your name?
Brandy, um -- DJ Gage.
Brandy. DJ Gage.
I smile and she nods and smiles.
For the next hour and a half some of the coolest trance-y chick vocal music rocks my body. As I dance I notice her dance up above me in the DJ booth. She is like an angel, she reminds me of my lost angel, lion-god.

Dreams of You

Dreams of you kiss my lips ~ plush and full and wet like hot wild exotic forest. My skin burns with your sweat and calls out in the language of fairy and mermaid.
Inside my chest a deep red flower grows, opens its heart, blooms untamed ~ vines and leaves and dew dampened softness. It is as if I can not breathe for there is no room, my chest is is full ~ your flower within me. Could I die this way? Could I truly care so much for you that it may kill me?
I reach out to you ~ small and spent ~ curled and sleeping beside me where you collapsed on the bed. I reach out to stroke your amazing face, touch your golden god skin. My fingers pass through you ~ as you are merely a memory turned dream-lover-best-friend-lost-soul-mate-broken-beauty, my lion with angel wings. My beautiful flower shrinks away and buries its self in the hollow ache of my stomach, a breath of sand paper and chewed finger nails rushes into me bringing burning salt grain tears that scratch as the pool and fall from my eyes.
Your green eyes open ~ green the color of stars and energy and heaven ~ green the color of ecstasy. Green that holds on to me and knows who I am even when I do not. You haven't spoken out loud. Dream-lovers-best-friends-lost-soul-mates-broken-beauties do not speak, lions with angel wings do not speak, mirages do not speak. Still, my soul hears your voice as if it were a whisper ~ so close to my ear I could feel it.
I do. I feel it. I feel you. I feel you when I dream, even when I am awake sometimes. Many times. I feel you as if you were music or rain. I feel you in my bones, on my skin, hand in hair, shoulder to shoulder, under the stars. I feel your radiant sunlight when I dance. I feel your smile when I laugh.
I * I could give you the letters I write, the dreams I have at times. I * I could give you art in hand made envelopes. You are still my muse, and ~ I miss you.