Monday, 1 April 2013

Dreamy feeling

You know that state that overcomes you, unannounced and impossible to conjure, where you seem suddenly to slip into a dream? 

A woman sits nearby and the scent of her perfume swirls into your nostrils with the first breath, then with the second and deeper inhalation it fills your whole body, turning it into a dreamy tingle, as if you are in a trance.

It's a feeling you used to have often as a child, one of the great pleasures of being alive. You disappear into it, becoming that scent and the deep self that it speaks to. The presence of something softens you, dissolves you into your being.

It reminds you of how you feel when you are between worlds, in the womb, falling asleep or surfacing. It's like twilight or first light. You close your eyes and savour it or stare transfixed, gazing into inner space.

You feel. It's a state of feeling. Like in a dream, feeling is foremost. It's as if an angel lover is caressing you, a touch is transporting you. Something is reaching out from the ether, reaching into your essence.

You are the interface between everything and nothing. You are a momentary membrane, a wisp of warmth, the perfume of the great mystery, a scent in the air.

You are eternal.

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Promised Land

She invites me to her villa for martinis on the pool deck
To meet her twin sister and to work out if they're Poles or Czech
I say I'll think about it and she slips a scented envelope
Through her tanned cleavage and down past my periscope

Right into my hands
as the sun starts to rise over the promised land

Feeling fresh and cool and driving slow and gently
I leave home in my Jag and arrive there in my Bentley
Their butler sees me coming and is waiting in her skirt and lace
Her legs and her stilettos lead me up the stone staircase

Right into their hands
as the sun starts to set in the promised land