(Read to “Can’t Help Falling in Love” as interpreted by Midnite String Quartet)
Last night I dreamed that my enemies were my lovers. Well, not really. I dreamed that every single one of my enemies was very attracted to me; they all wanted to flirt with me. They wanted me sexually. They wanted to be my friends. I was a magnet, and they were in my magnetic field.
And I wanted them to want me.
So we flirted all night, yet we looked at each other from the ends of a room. Not a large room, not so small either. Just right. We could had walked to each other, but it was better to miss each time. From afar, we laughed and danced. I believe we danced all night. I don’t remember. The wine was…
But this night was different. I was beautiful, and they were attractive. We were in that space because of the cold outside. They approached and wanted to love me. And I wanted them to want me. Because this night was different; I was beautiful.
That night I was the one. Better yet: I was the one within the one.
But I didn’t let them love me. I didn’t let them want me enough. I didn’t want to dance with them, not closely anyway. From far away things seem so much better. I am braver this way. I am beautiful this way. I don’t have to escape from the cold of the wind. Because it is warm inside. Let’s stay inside.
All I wanted was my drink. I wanted their eyes off my body. Yet, it was not my body that they wanted. What did they want? I think I knew all along. Towards the end of the evening, I realized that either I gave them something, or I would go back to ordinary. No one prefers the ordinary; beauty is so much better. The wine was…
My eyes. They wanted the light in my eyes. Once they knew about it, they needed it gone. I wondered what I should do: let them take it, let them ask for it, let them steal it, let them…drink it.
My enemy wanted a drink of my eyes. Because then, from afar, I would be trivial again. No one prefers the trivial; beauty is so much better.
…they wanted it all.