( hiatus )

              meme || viewtokill 

' How does it feel? Kissing James Bond? '                                                       It's hard to recall ;

The first time tastes ... COLD, with a hint of lemon peel & vodka ----- ;

It DANCES on the edges of her lips, a CARNIVAL of memories smeared unintentionally; perhaps it was an ATTEMPT to colonise a moment long GONE, or an antiseptic to STOP the rapidly growing infection in that goddamn organ --- traces, traces of HER. Did he really believe that a speck of GOLD can OUTSHINE smouldering BLACK? How many KISSES would it take to recreate an image of HER? It's almost TRAGIC. And yet she vindicates ALL these SUBCONCIOUS whispers with a TILT of golden crown. Perhaps for ONE night, he can forget.

The second time tastes like ... gunpowder ----- ;

It's a CACOPHONY of noise, an interwoven NET of gunshots, a complex trajectory of DEATH. He REAPS under a FLAYED banner of ' HERO '. IDEALS compressed into a virile MANIFESTATION of the ULTIMATE soldier. And she? She targets HIM.  Calculating every GESTURE before pressing FULL lips to COLD metal.

                                                    ' Kiss your life good-bye, Mr. Bond. '

& with a single, inexorable flick of a finger, the world SHATTERS in a BANG. ( p.s. she was aiming for the shoulder, he liiiiiiives )

The third time tastes like ... a METAL rudiment in his chest ---- ;

She watches a GAME of exchange on the monitor. Zigzag peaks PULSING across a terrain of green. A map of heartbeats charted with phosphorous light. She was never one to advocate SENTIMENTALITY, but undeniably, she FEELS. A throbbing sense of REGRET, a decayed version of GUILT. Gloveless digits brush against a still hand. She often forgets that, in the end, he is HUMAN. A human wrought into a MACHINE. There is a SCARLET display of displeasure as lips press THINLY.

                                           ' Well, maybe now's the right time to tell you that ...                                                                        I took that flash drive ...  '

And with that, she presses her frown to his forehead. A rare gesture of something AKIN to affection. Unique for its rarity. A non-linear stray from normalcy.

The fourth time tastes like ... a semicolon carving a paranthesis --- ;

They are the BUZZ of impulses. A thousand blinking MIDNIGHTS chiseled into a relic of DESIRE. Two teeming hosts of RAW, primitive instinct. A gloriously vicious BATTLEFIELD, a terrain of SKIN raked by SHARP nails. The TREACHEROUS appetite hidden in the UNAPPARENT tint of RED.  Let her BITE into the CARNAL splendor of FLESH.   Galvanize her! Electrify her! Inspire her! Watch GOD find LIGHT in the SAVAGE friction of bodies ---- WATCH THEM BURN.

The fifth time  time tastes .... BLUE ....                                 & ..... RED ........                          & ..... WHITE .......

She focuses on the chronology of his scars; a faded timeline of VICTORIES. Summers, autumns, springs, winters seeping through the CRACKS in his armour. Each scar a BOOKMARK to an event. It's almost fascinating. She concentrates  on this DISPLAY of ideal, finger sliding down his NEWEST conquest. How PATRIOTIC.

                                              ' Do you have any tokens from me? '

   a rather pleased SMIRK crookedly hung upon his pallid physiognomy , the nosferatu approaching from BEHIND and   propping his chin upon helga sinclair’s SHOULDER , amused at his own CONTRIVED greeting . ‘ been away for awhile , i see , miss sinclair , ‘ he PURRED , voice of warm , smooth whiskey .

❝ Absence makes the heart grow fonder  ❞

         & there is a lack of horizontal precision as golden crown tilts back;                        low voice textured in capricious sentiment -------

                                                     ❝ Wouldn’t you agree, dragule? ❞

------ announcement !! 

                                     meme || mxlancolie 

                   ( friendly reminder that these do no follow chronological order ) 

I. SECTION ONE: ALLEGRO, IN C MAJOR

                    a caress of slender fingers against a back;                     a  syncopation of  heartbeats in  a  laugh;      a huntress advancing half-promise of sweetness, half-threat               a revolutionized thrill of sprite & vodka delights                         BEWARE of the eyes of strangers              BEWARE of the burning acetylene in her gaze                      RELAX, you will forget it by morning –                          & remember NOTHING but HER                                                 & ah !                                           do you feel it?                  the international subculture against your lips                  a blissful escape from the tyranny of identity        the phonetic matrix of breaths in the hollow of your mouth                                       the syntax of a kiss                     a frontier where strangers meet

II. SECTION TWO: ADAGIO, IN G MINOR 

             PAST the SPECTRAL silhouettes, the hustlers,the dealers,        the FILTH, the backstreet EMPIRE of litter, between the architecture of   industrial bins, the exoskeleton of CRATES& BOXES, the kaleidoscopic pattern          ofbroken bottles, the BLIND favomancy in SHARP shards, PRESSED              to theslick, GRIMY, viscous LESIONS of a WALL – a WOMAN                                                     against her – a MAN               his face – a PLANE ofSOLEMNITY, lips patched into a  negative                  PARABOLA, eyesDARK with ACCUSATIONS             & she – a temporary sunflower MIRAGE ofsculpted INNOCENCE                          the BLURRED volute VORTEX of DECEPTION,                            offering hima GLIMPSE of a reversed paradise                                               in the SOFT promise of lips                    ❛ Sorry, I mistook your intention, officer ❜

III.ENCTR’ACTE

                                    A masquerade of light          Sheer velocity of LIVES flashing in a whirlpool of colors       MOMENTS punctuated by the private phonetic of TRAFFIC                           The overall effect? – Breathtaking            & she – spellbound by the DROP, perched on a balcony         LONG legs dangling & RIBBONS of nicotine draped across                                         her slender throat                         ❛I almost expected you to choke❜       There’s a moment of silence as firelit gaze migrates towards him,            glimmering eyes tracking along the contour of his profile                        ❛  Do I look that innocent to you?  ❜        A connection between them, a beat, the arch of a feline eyebrow                           ❛ Maybe, I haven’t decided yet❜             SOMETHING in his voice, a vertical FLIP of intonation       ❛ Spend more time looking at me, you might find an answer ❜                       A HALF-smile, satisfied, ALMOST predatory                            ❛ Won’t your boyfriend get jealous?❜                            Her expression – profoundly ambiguous                            A breath, a miniature blizzard in WHITE                                ❛Do you kiss with your eyes?❜                & she can FEEL the weight of his gaze, HEAVY, slick                                      GALVANIC, devouring                                          A prolonged pause                                                  ❛ Yes ❜

IV.& V. SECTION FOUR & FIVE: ANDANTE IN E MINOR