Sleepwalkers

"She means a lot to you doesn't she?"

"Yes Baxter she certainly does...."

"Please tell me more about Katarzyna."

He pronounced her name correctly; for all his scheming and plotting I should credit him being respectful of our delusional language known as English.

"What do you want to know Baxter."

"Why do you call her Kimono?"

Dearest me; my dearest of me is Kimono, the pure ice crystals which formed underneath my sheets, as I laid ill of our environment an announcement of Snow to give birth brought me out of dying sleep.

"Once before your age I was a sick young man in bed. A beloved woman unto me or as you may call her a mother gave birth to a girl who is my meaning."

"What is your meaning?"

"The meaning of me is the meaning of she."

"I am without scientific methods to break down the principle of your chemical bond."

"Our bond is not chemical. Our bond is eternal which is not a chemistry or a science; this is a concept I hope you will one day understand. If not you will forever be what you are now."

"What am I now?"

"Science......"

Ears are without waves to the ocean and skin pulsates shrinking electricity; this man turned me off only for speech. I weaken from the thought of losing meaning; my body is human for the beating.

"Did you ever make love to her?"

"I never made hate to her...."

"Okay.....this boggles me."

"Everything boggles you; that's why you are doing this which I cannot understand since you cannot understand me."

"Do you allow this to happen?"

"What do you think without science speaking for you?"

"I know you do."

"Test me and you too shall be tested. Lest you forget whatever becomes of me will become of you indefinitely. Lest you forget I am your very self. Lest you forget you torture your self."

"What is the self?"

"Everyone else....."

"You torture me with life."

"I did not give you life. I do not give you death. I do not give you life nor did I give you death."

Chair wheels scrape a cement polished floor as wax spins records without a zealous turntablist. The technique is a hundred eighty degrees marking the circle Baxter's body cannot regret.

"What if I give you death?"

"I am already dead so go ahead and give it to me again."

"I cannot give you life."

"I never asked for it; where is Katarzyna?"

"Funny you mention life and Katarzyna in the same sentence. You are usually never so literal with your English; to reflect upon life for you is Katarzyna."

This could be true or another psychological ploy at my dependence of those I know as my self; unfortunately I do not constitute this man as one, a silent hostility for us both.

Captured moments come over me; yes I know what making love means.

There once was a young mountain without fallen snow. Storm clouds pass over him admiring his strength bringing frozen rain; crystals formed patterns falling upon his chest; this mountain being a man. Warm rushes of intensity fill his veins thus his passion created a volcano; not a single man setting eyes upon a beautiful woman is dormant.

"Whatever you do to me I am cursed with not knowing what you may do to Zyna which I cannot let come to pass."

"I am crying again....."

"Let your tears fall and listen carefully."

"I am please go ahead....."

"If you hurt her I will make sure every moment of whatever state of oblivion you set forth for me will be devoted to destroying you entirely so that you may never return to life or death. If you may please simply state a yes or no if you understand this..."

"Yes......"

"This being understand I will also make sure you never ever enjoy or displease another moment of moments while I am constantly here you will not be if I deem it so that is if you choose to harm her in any way. If you may please simply state a yes or no if you understand this...."

"Yes.......you said the same exact thing she did."

His curiosity is this morbid room, my uvula and esophagus bounced information of a size similar to an evacuated schoolhouse classroom. My milk spoils with grief; what of the dearest me?

"I will treat you the same. You will take the physical pain and she will be the mental. Together you are unstoppable and we cannot allow this. I will make sure you are always connected but your misery will be alike in different ways."

"You cannot stop us from being together; no matter what I will always remember and feel her to be one with me. Whatever any man or subhuman may do we will always be aware of each other which is unstoppable."

"Yes.....I am crying again."

"Go ahead and beat me.....just get it over with."

"It will come but for now they will move the both of you. What of your wife?"

"Who?"

"I see.....the woman who..........she is mad about you; do you know this?"

"Must of been some kind of dream."

"What if I give you dreams and nightmares?"

"I will live dreams and nightmares."

"What if your wife was not in either?"

"She is still a dream to me."

"Do you ever sleep?"

"I slept when I touched death and I awoke when I lived. Now I walk this sleep that you desperately bid me."

"Were you ever truly aware of the life you came to know as being?"

"I suppose it was a dream."

"Do you think this is a dream?"

"I don't know anymore....."

"Now you are crying....."

"Yes I am."

Shortness of breath clogs his left nostril, his only outlet of carbon; somebody or something pulled him away. A cold gush of liquid burst over my lips while the rest of me slumped the same. A few senses spiral back to me as I lay upon a white floor splattering about a puddle of red noticing a face inside the mirror; she is my greatest weakness. Broken nose, twisted fangs, strange strip missing from my right eye, purple, black, blue, colors I did not know a body could make. All of this for what? Somebody please explain......