Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

A snippet from the middle of a longer piece by blackthornglade, 2005-05-24, that's worth clicking through and reading the rest of:

All I hear is the sound of your mirth, cruel and taunting in the back of my mind. You dance away, out of sight, lurking until you can find the perfect distraction for the next time.

I say, "Come out onto this screen, this paper, this solid surface. Let me set you out, outline you in words, paint the vision I see. Stop. Please. Let me make you real."

The soft brush of your presence, I can almost feel it, intimate, total, consuming, setting me to fire with thinking that finally you will come out...but no. Just more laughter, teasing and wicked.