// evidence of bodies //

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I don’t want your body, I want your secrets. I know the games you play and why you play them but you’re so lovely it makes my mind bleed. Even the dreams in me have dreams and yet I can’t manage to extract a single one. Of course, no one ever said love makes sense. I pour a glass of Merlot and my insides are a relentless penetrating bloom of thick red roses groping their thorny vines around the veins that push my blood toward a heart that knows no boundaries.

When the last sliver of daylight finally fades across the grass, I can feel the setting sun unbuttoning my inhibitions. The way you wait so patiently for me binds me with threaded ropes, framing erotic images that deepen my darkening mood. You want to touch me but I’m not where you thought I’d be; my mind is seductive but it’s always somewhere else.

Using only the memory of your hands, you wrap me in crimson ribbons of delicious heat. The swift movement of your body sets me free to water midnight gardens of savage desire in beautiful rings around the moon. I’m ugly in ways only you can make an aphrodisiac as the twisted things I long for hang suspended from the ceiling, purple faces tongue the agony of my ecstatic soul. Everyone seems to think they know how your life will end up if you’d just sit still and listen but most try very hard not to understand anything that could make a difference.

Sliding past everyone else’s better judgment, I light three rows of candles and drop into a darkness that is not sleep. It’s more like a strange way of awakening in order to hold hands with death and own him before he owns me. We all worry about being invisible; that’s why we hide. I devour volumes of ancient spiritual texts and Bukowski, they seem to break me apart and deliver me back to who I am in a package I almost recognize. Deciphering their codes is the plot of every gutting love story ever written. The Tree of Knowledge and the Tree of Life grow like inverted mirror images, side by side. To be human is to have a grasp on neither.

I drip hot lavender oil into a steaming bath and sink in as I envision you with cake in your hands. I’m kneeling at your feet licking icing from a dozen silver spoons between your fingers; the sweet life is not always what it seems, but we do try. At the center of something more encompassing and brilliant than we can possibly fathom, everything is submerged. Right here. Everything is different and the same. Every safe choice should make us more and more afraid.

It’s warm underwater and even though I drown my head in thoughts of self-defeat to keep from slipping into the vacant sky where I might finally be free, I trust being alone more than I trust anything else. I don’t know if God is alone but I know this world is mass murder on painted screens that cover up the truth.

In my makeshift blackout room, spinning pins and needles on the windowsill of the universe, all I ever wanted was to make a spark that would catch the hills on fire.

It’s not hard to breathe in the dark, it’s just that you see so little of who you really are.

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~ Allison Marie Conway ~

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All my deepest love and mad affection. x

8 thoughts on “// evidence of bodies //

  1. Mia

    Allison, your writing is stunning. The last line is powerful, sad and true, “It’s not hard to breathe in the dark, it’s just that you see so little of who you really are.” Wishing you well, please enjoy your week. ~ Mia

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Dear Mia, From you this means worlds to me. I am humbled and so grateful, thank you beautiful soul. I wish you a magical day full of beauty and inspiration. Enjoy, enjoy. x

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  2. Julian Brasington

    You really do create some memorable lines. I love the beginning of this piece: “I don’t want your body, I want your secrets.” Surprising in its stark brutality, and yet isn’t it that statement that distinguishes desire from love. To love: to want to inhabit someone or something. And then this: “I can feel the sun unbuttoning my inhibitions”. What a beautiful image that is, and a poem in its own right.

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      Dear Julian,

      Thank you so deeply and much for taking the time and care to leave such a beautiful, thoughtful comment. It means worlds to me to know this piece moved you, and especially because the thoughts you express seem to flow right back to me like a reflection of what I was trying to convey in this little bit of prose about desire and love. I guess we are all a dance with both . . .

      Wishing you a day full of inspiration and magic,

      Allison

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