She slithers abreast of him, blissfully inserts her warm-felt thighs in between his, and bats her eyes. Without her eyeglasses, her vision is a wreck. But with her so close to his chest, she sees into his saccharine soul. She mauls him only in her mind, at first.
He stares at her for a coupled minute and then strokes her neck-length hair. She doesn't lean to kiss and neither does he, at first. She sees his eyes via her peripheral sight. Albeit the Gaussian blurriness and the bare breathing of she and him, they tardily gaped.
Into each other's periphery, they gaped into one's souls.
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Eяin Heяoin
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red the mod
said...
March 1, 2010 at 12:40 AM
Because both needed what the other couldn't give. The kiss was not necessary. It would've been superfluous. The attention was enough, intimate and gentle. To feel the security of being held in another's arms. The warmth of a passing fancy. So they can both feel wanted, without actually wanting each other.
Beautiful Erin, as always.
Beautiful Erin, as always.
Eяin Heяoin
said...
March 1, 2010 at 10:03 AM
@Red:
I like the way you interpret my compositions. You make them meaningful. :)
Thank you!
I like the way you interpret my compositions. You make them meaningful. :)
Thank you!
red the mod
said...
March 1, 2010 at 12:37 PM
Why, thank you. I just followed the innuendos and the wordplays. :)
the geek
said...
March 1, 2010 at 5:32 PM
i could not help but think of this phrase: post-coital tristesse. i did not know why.
and thank you for following my blog...
and thank you for following my blog...
Eяin Heяoin
said...
March 2, 2010 at 4:44 PM
@The Geek:
If that's your interpretation, I won't negate you. But "Come Mensal Lism" is more of a pre-coital issue, I guess. Hahahaha!
If that's your interpretation, I won't negate you. But "Come Mensal Lism" is more of a pre-coital issue, I guess. Hahahaha!
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Come Mensal Lism
She slithers abreast of him, blissfully inserts her warm-felt thighs in between his, and bats her eyes. Without her eyeglasses, her vision is a wreck. But with her so close to his chest, she sees into his saccharine soul. She mauls him only in her mind, at first.
He stares at her for a coupled minute and then strokes her neck-length hair. She doesn't lean to kiss and neither does he, at first. She sees his eyes via her peripheral sight. Albeit the Gaussian blurriness and the bare breathing of she and him, they tardily gaped.
Into each other's periphery, they gaped into one's souls.
He stares at her for a coupled minute and then strokes her neck-length hair. She doesn't lean to kiss and neither does he, at first. She sees his eyes via her peripheral sight. Albeit the Gaussian blurriness and the bare breathing of she and him, they tardily gaped.
Into each other's periphery, they gaped into one's souls.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Because both needed what the other couldn't give. The kiss was not necessary. It would've been superfluous. The attention was enough, intimate and gentle. To feel the security of being held in another's arms. The warmth of a passing fancy. So they can both feel wanted, without actually wanting each other.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Erin, as always.
How many moments ruined by a kiss?
ReplyDelete@Red:
ReplyDeleteI like the way you interpret my compositions. You make them meaningful. :)
Thank you!
@Victor:
ReplyDeleteYou tell me.
Why, thank you. I just followed the innuendos and the wordplays. :)
ReplyDeletei could not help but think of this phrase: post-coital tristesse. i did not know why.
ReplyDeleteand thank you for following my blog...
@The Geek:
ReplyDeleteIf that's your interpretation, I won't negate you. But "Come Mensal Lism" is more of a pre-coital issue, I guess. Hahahaha!