Monday, April 11, 2011

Please Be

Once, she vigorously asked if I have a love life. With the way her voice cajoled my sensibilities and her fingers touched mine, I found it difficult, even if tempting, to refuse to answer her question. I looked at her and declared what I had to say. Some of the times, I said, I have a love but I do not have a life. In some other times, I do not have a love but at least I have a life. It is bad enough that I cannot have both worlds; the north and south are opposites almost impossible to meld in a single plane unless you flatten the world by pushing those polar extremes together. Worse, which is most of the time, I do not have either. I cannot force the world to reduce itself into two dimensions, or a surface pure and simple. After my prolonged verbal exaltation, I found my lips cruising her collar bone. For the life of me, I cannot recall what happened in the middle. Everything happened like an essay without a body, only an introduction and a conclusion—like this one you are reading right now. Nothing made any clear sense, except for the four words I've heard from her before our lips touched.

Let me be both.




17 comments:

charles said...

how i wish life equates to love. :)

Spiral Prince said...

once again, this is beautiful, Splice. :)

SPLICE said...

@Charles
It's the same wish I have because I'm a dreamer :)

@Spiral Prince
Maraming salamat! :)

Midnight Orgasm said...

Very clever way of expressing what you really feel. Now I have to ask myself also the same question.

Sitting Pretty said...

Towards the end I thought "What four words? What four words?!" Then I clicked 'Read More' and I thought "Ohhhh. Cool."

=))

gaye said...

halo halo tayo!

SPLICE said...

@Midnight Orgasm
Thanks! Yet again, this one has been culled from a dream. I've been having this kind of dream lately. Or was it a dream?

@Sitting Pretty
Hahaha! You just made my day! :D I like the way you write [and what you write], by the way.

@Gaye
Sige ba! :)

Sey said...

Wish I could make love and life meet. hahaha!

I love the four words.

Let me be both Lovely!!!

SPLICE said...

They rarely meet, if at all they really do at some point in some time nobody knows when :)

gaye said...

when, where and how?

one_blissful_nomad said...

i love your style of writing. :) nice!

SPLICE said...

@Gaye
Text :)

@one_blissful_nomad
Maraming salamat! :)

Ken` said...

pretty romantic. galing! followed :)

Anonymous said...

Once, I vigorously asked if you have a love life. The way you raked your fingers through your hair, I knew you wanted to evade my question. YOu have long, slender fingers. Some of the times, you said, you have a love but not a life. Other times, you do not have a love but at least you have a life. I looked at you and thought there are things sadder than you and I: the beer is never cold enough and the cigarette dry and I need you. You told me the universe does not like opposites. After your prolonged verbal exaltation, your lips cruised my collar bone. Your palms cupped my cheek. And my heart skipped a beat. You said you cannot recall what happened in the middle. Let me tell you: When a body is attracted to a black hole's event horizon, it collapses into a string of matter until the black hole's darkness engulfs everything, melding everything into one single plane. Flattening of the world is destructive, but it allows the north and south poles to meet, even for an instant.

SPLICE said...

@Anonymous
Flattening of the world is destructive, but it allows the north and south poles to meet, even for an instant.

The shortest triumph; the end of everything.

Anonymous said...

a little bit of something is better than nothing.

SPLICE said...

But, alas, a little bit of nothing is also better than just something.