“Love has nothing to do with keeping those you love around”, they say. Dare I disagree?
It has a lot to do with that I swear. For, the moments spent with the loved one around are magical. The delightful company is beyond paranormal, mystic.
You wish you lose sense of all. And flow with the stream, getting carried away in your emotions losing all control, driven away with the wind to no man’s land where there is no one to judge and no one to grudge. And all that is left and all that matters is all of them in their entirety.
Where consequences become inconsequential and the sense no longer makes any sense and what you end up attaining is insane level ecstasy.
Notwithstanding you’re not a moth meant to burn and blaze, still after all this, all you crave is getting completely consumed into the flame, and cease to exist. And begin to coexist.
You wish times could stand by and places could fly. Since your souls already take off for a journey high over vales and places you have never been to before.
You wish you could dissolve into them and transform into one single entity like the moonlight dissolves into the sea and ends up in an absolute majesty.
Possessing someone, they say is not a fair deal.
However, when you possess me and I possess you and the sense of possession even for mere mortal second, however short-lived it may be is unimaginably euphoric and inexplicably ecstatic and exotic.
I have had the taste of obsession, relinquished myself of drinking on the idea of sustaining reputation, since it’s not just about infatuation.
It definitely is about something beyond any realms of obsession, madness or just the corporal fascination.
The sensations you invoke have been invoked by none, ever. And it’s not certainly a passing fancy. What fortifies the passion is the reason that sensations from the barter of the minds, thoughts and dreams emanate. And a lot more that words fail to elucidate.
I possessed for some moments and got possessed. I really did. And in your entire entirety.
I definitely had you in all your entirety. Your fullness and halfness. Your parts and pieces. The sides you hide from yourself and the sides you hide behind. I have had you in all your entirety and without having to touch you for even once.
A woman of multi shades that you are and I have had you in all your colors. Your goodness and your depravity. Your madness and sanity. Your lowliness and vanity. Your laughter and anger. Your grace and grandeur. Your whims and your certainty.
I have had you in all your entirety. And I wanted it to last. And I wanted it bad.
I have had you in all your entirety. I have had you in your breaks and scars, parts you have left behind and pieces you have yet to find.
I put you apart into the pieces and wrap myself up in them having knit the unbreakable knot and keep you within once and for all. Until all that is left around of you is me, and all that is left around of me is you.
I have traced the thoughts of your heart and the pulses of your mind and pull them out thread by thread until all that is left is you and me.
I have had all of you all at once and then pieces of you scattered into days after you’re gone so that there is always a piece of you that is part of me. I have had you in all your entirety.
I want you in all your entirety. I want you in all… and I want it bad… and I want it to last… and I…
Zdzisław Beksiński (copyrights inherited by Muzeum Historyczne w Sanoku) – 1984