Unspoken

My muse of bats and panthers is hanging from a ceiling chained to grappling hooks; her attire is black leather strapped around every region of her body except for her lips. I want her but she is doing that.

Chester is sitting on patio steps deep inside the projects listening to a woman speak; her hair is layered in streaks of pink. I admire her within the center of a crystal ball.

Our sabotaged bondage, I will name her simply Fetish, scratches a white linen into shreds; those claws do not retract.

"You probably shouldn't smoke so much."

"Huh?"

"It's bad for your health."

One spectator is an adaptive guest; his natural engagement is intense.

"How does she talk?"

"What is your name?"

"Alek..."

"Will I ever see you again?"

"I don't know."

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

Where is she going?

"You don't know how she is..."

I am a symphonic flanging sense; her fragrance is grapefruit juice and cigarettes. I follow her careful motions while we both lack interest for Chester's description. Evenness of mind is bearing witness although people do talk; who is there to listen?

Fetish is relaxation of predictable consequence, denying herself attachment lest gripped into metal objective masonry; I am without shock to continue where I left.

"Just be honest, tell her how you feel."

"She's always with.....people....."

"Does she have a boyfriend?"

"She's married..."

This woman trails speech whenever memory grasps her tongue; I will call her Dolly. Chester is neither perturbed or disturbed rather meddlesome without control. Astonished by his thoughtlessness however realizing several felt the same way about me, my mind squanders into reclusive self punishment paralleling this presence I am not directly experiencing. Dolly is wearing purple wide oval sunglasses in glare of high discharge street lamps; her eyes peek a missed moment. The emotion is disbelief for his intentional illicitness.

"Why are you doing that?"

The sound of hands pairs of hips; I am sustaining myself with whips.

"This is my last night on earth."

"Where else are you going to go?"

"What is your name?"

"Call me Mimi."

"Mimi..."

"What 's your name?"

"Ophelia."

This statue is unimpressed; I adore her.

"Will you remember me?"

"I can't see your face."

"Do you care for me?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"And why not?"

"Cause you do things like this..."

"I will stop if you care for me."

"Do you promise?"

"I am dependable..."

"Okay..."

"Loyal..."

"Okay..."

"Devoted..."

"Okay..."

"But..."

"I thought so."

"Before you go..."

"....."

"Bring me back."