A MORTIFIED STATE OF SOUL
The combination of the shadow and the light cast the icy compartment in a half-light from which an intoxicating mysticism burst forth. We were both naked and the heat emanating from our naked bodies formed little playfulness in the air. The rough white of the sheets testified to the blackness of two generations far apart but unified in the black genes imprinted on our flesh. We were separated by a valley of emotions that touched on the faint and fragile pretense of human frailty.
He turned to me and said: “Death perpetuates itself in ways in which the most disconnected souls boil.” I did not reply: sometimes silence exalts the moist declarations of the heart. Our blackness was the reflection of the inexorable precipitation of time that is bound up in the destinies and sentences of sensible understanding. The tears of sweat pouring from our pores overflowed the sincerity of two distant entities in the feeling of the tactile human existence.
THE CORPORATE CORRUPTION OF EXISTENCE
In the faithful tangency of the enamored seduction we kissed in a breath that drew a denial of my vulnerability; my legs drifted away in a temperament mortified by the genuine, volatile opening of two doors – the simple chastity of innocence broke. I felt all his virility in my interiority that compressed him in the longing for freedom. He grew and bare on my bare skin the saliva of the sacred segregation of the perceived intimacy.
The successive penetrations furrowed in the conscious understanding the voracious compartmentalization of the negativity that one wishes to detach from the positive emotional nuance – I suppressed the tears of the contradictions marked by the necessity of a non-existence. After eating the pulp, only the uniqueness of the lump remained. He stood up; he sentenced me with a cold-eyed look at his abstruse essence. Never let yourself be corrupted by a vulgar feeling. You are the most important star of your constellation; do not forget – It’s all in you!