Mysterious

I sense shapes without substance, formless, presences that communicate ecstacy, coming together, condensing out of light. I see you, I see you across the open fields. We are so much alike, you and I. Your presence, unbounded light, the joy of your body, the air rich with your scent. The air of twilight, the time of rushing waters. Her fluid consciousness wraps easily around mine. She and I, we become the template, the animal itself and the animals ecstacy. We hiss and lunge, we don’t want to be here. We want to be exposed, cut off from the concealment. We want to be free. So we heave and thrash against the burning line that tightens around us. Furiously grind helplessly, lash and spin, eyes rolling in madly abandoned rage, our constrained muscles screaming uselessly. We don’t want to be here, but we cannot move. Our tormentors dart and circle nervously. We can feel their heat. smell their sour sweat of fear. A dreaming game, an identity game, a sexual game, a dangerous game, a game of me or a game you? Mysterious.