Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Eyes In The Back Of His Hands



My blind lover reached out to light upon me. I stayed as still and as silent as I could, suspending my breath so as to provide him with no cues. I coveted the way he foraged to locate me. Without sound and motion, he zeroed in on my heat. The temperature of my blood. The cadence of my heart, audible only to him. Watching him search only further raised it, pulsing like a beacon. Thus we mutely reinforced one another’s avidity. In time, though our anticipatory senses had in actuality dismantled all incremental chronology between us, he attained the monolith of me. He clasped my face in his hand, gently dabbed his fingers to triangulate my mouth, before bombardiering his own lips to mine.


My eyeless lover did more than cup, contain and compass me. He carved me and hewed me from my block. His expert, unjudgemental hands moved to plot me, each a deliberate motion reforming the configuration of me. Wilfully I shifted and writhed so that my flesh would never settle in the same aspect. Making each handhold of my body a fresh exposure. My contours scaled and duly honoured, not as some milepost or waystation, but a sacred destination in and of itself. Even with my eyes open, tracking his parabolas over my skin, I could not feel myself as he graved me. As he raised the siege of me. 



My sightless lover became my eyes for me. For in no other possible way could I grasp my own outlines. My eyes were shut as he revealed me to myself. I enveloped his hands with mine and let him guide me over the unknown terrain of me. 



Taken from the flash fiction collection "Extra-Curricular" available from AmazonI-Tunes and Createspace.



9 comments:

ganymeder said...

I loved this one. Now please excuse me, I need to take a cold shower. :D

Sulci Collective said...

You're excused Catherine!

David G. Shrock said...

Cool.

Chuck Allen said...

A lovely piece! Did the picture prompt the story? Or did you find the picture to match the story?

Sulci Collective said...

Chuck the story always comes first and then I scour for pictures to illustrate it. Except in one case where I was asked to contribute 2 stories to photo prompts as part of a collection. More on that in a blog post on Monday

Steve Green said...

I would say they are two very lucky people, to have found each other, and to have such a deep appreciation of each other.
Beautifully written Marc.

Icy Sedgwick said...

Excellent way to map out something few of us will ever experience.

And totally more erotic than 50 Shades.

Tim VanSant Writes said...

Beautifully written. Poetic.

dpaulangel said...

You pulled off erotic without cliche. That's rather impressive!