Intoxication

Written by: Extinct Dodo Copyright © 2006: Other Works on Kaleidoscope: The Apprentice

A final drag of the cigarette
The rhythm of a heart beating in unison
To the bass
Of yet another song
Undistinguishable from any other
Seeping through every sinew
And every pore

Blood taking on a life of its own
Limbs ungoverned by gravity
Nor self-consciousness
As the velvety embrace of darkness
Shrouds undiscerning eyes
Recklessly liquidating
Banishing any concerns

In the embrace of the pulsating vibrations
Shadows and the thick air, dance coconspirators
Swelling into an orgasmic rapture
Dispersing at the climax
As another strain begins
Bodies melding to undecipherable lyrics
Souls intermingling with a crescendo

Subconsciously familiar
Yet ambrosially alien
Effortlessly, cloaked in a transude
Of long abandoned sanity
As surrogate nuclei give out
Unashamedly seductive
Unabashedly lustful

To the reassuring obscurity
Of the hazy nights’ veil
Embracing sensuality
Celebrating life’s perversion
Surrendering, without bereavement
Becoming one, thus consolidating
With the veritable palpability

The Apprentice

Written by Extinct-Dodo (Kuwait) Copyright © 2006

I knew I was in way over my head the moment I stepped through the door. I was expecting to get more than I had bargained for. But he was far beyond anything I dreamed he would turn out to be. Beyond any expectation.

It was all I could do to overt my eyes off him as he spoke in his cool, calm, collected manner. I tried to mask my bewilderment, hide my fascination, but to no avail. His demeanor made me chuckle to myself. He fit the perfect profile description of a cold mass murderer. His words flowed seamlessly, but I knew better than to think the speech that was produced for my ears only was actually calculated.

I wanted to devour him. I was transfixed. Baffled. It wasn’t only his physical beauty and charm that mesmerized me. His words that had that profound effect. The verbal arousal.

Bedazzled by every utterance. His otherworldly wisdom enslaved me, and even more so when I reminded myself how young he himself was. In vain I tried to produce an intelligible thought. But even I knew it was too late for that. I couldn’t break out of the shackles he had chained me in. My mind frantically erased and formatted itself, allowing more space for absorption. It was being defined, shaped, molded, as his power took hold. I was helplessly lured in.

I had always been daring, but this was more than even I could handle, more than I could grasp. His infectious confidence oozed, penetrated and shook the very foundation of the protective fortress I had built around myself over the years. He saw right through me. I was naked. In my silence, I was encapsulated. The mind-flooding seemed to never cease.

I was in turmoil. Part of me wanted to run. I couldn’t even begin to compete. I felt hopeless. Another part of me had already started to succumb, and my soul was giving in as his words cleansed away any rationality that was left in me.

It was too late to turn back now. I was in too deep. Engulfed. Swallowed by the experience.

I never wanted to go back.