Music 1
Believe me: it’s too mad out there. Far too mad.
Look at me: I was there. I can tell how it feels. You can see how I look now, after being there.
No, it’s safer to stay in. If you want to be safe, that is.
Beautiful men with their pints of Guinness, smiling in your direction, music all around them weaving figures in the air, whirling round them, coming to me the music and their glances music it’s everywhere figures like baroque furniture or whirlwind or the sea. In the air, along the airwaves they swim, sail closer, closer, figureskating round your head and neck and shoulders and lower down, too, making your feet tap the floor, knees bend with the rhythm, hips sway and your spine loosen up with the movement. And there comes darting straight into your eyes somebody else’s eyes, you welcome them and let them enter your mind soul or whole being from our eyes they travel down inside you and while you’re returning the look, while your eyes travel into his and through them into him, his travel along inside you for you let him enter from the other side of the little room and he is moving down, swiftly diving, whirling down and you feel him going down your throat, your breast where you heart is just a quick visit but it’s quite long enough and then you feel those familiar butterflies in your stomach but it’s him again and then a little bit lower again there is something whispering yes and he asks again because he wants to hear it again and yes there is no other word no other way yes yes oh yes please and he says yes and wraps himself around you your legs and feet and stomach and shoulders and arms just like the music and you have to look away because you can’t bear the butterflies fluttering their wings in amazement somewhere in the lower parts of your body but you can’t bear looking away for long either he’s a magnet you’re iron so you return your eyes to his quickly only a glance away a very quick glance away and you know where you belong and that is right there inside him where you’re swiftly flowing up and down his body from his eyes his face his throat his chest his waist his lips his legs his feet up again a lingering visit to eyesheartfrontside how deep can you get without touching so deep it hurts and you both have to look away but soon so soon your eyes meet again it’s irresistible but soon, soon you have to go away and leave him there before you ever had a chance of saying a word to him and you know and fear and suspect that you never will never get a chance after all that communication it would be good to hear his voice feel his hand’s touch see if another language would be possible and say the one, the only word in every language yes how many languages are there sí say it in every way oui touch his hand hai ever so gently tá or his neck kyllä his hand would touch mine da and he would say it ja and he would say the same in every language imaginable and when we wouldn’t know any more we’d invent new ways of saying it and yes, I have to go now I’ll never get to say it in any other way I just have to use my eyes and when he saw me go he looked so startled bewildered please don’t go no I’d love to stay or take you with me but yes I have to go and my eyes are shouting help screaming please make me stay yes I want to Yes I Want To Stay make me stay I want to.
Look at me: I was there. I can tell how it feels. You can see how I look now, after being there.
No, it’s safer to stay in. If you want to be safe, that is.
Beautiful men with their pints of Guinness, smiling in your direction, music all around them weaving figures in the air, whirling round them, coming to me the music and their glances music it’s everywhere figures like baroque furniture or whirlwind or the sea. In the air, along the airwaves they swim, sail closer, closer, figureskating round your head and neck and shoulders and lower down, too, making your feet tap the floor, knees bend with the rhythm, hips sway and your spine loosen up with the movement. And there comes darting straight into your eyes somebody else’s eyes, you welcome them and let them enter your mind soul or whole being from our eyes they travel down inside you and while you’re returning the look, while your eyes travel into his and through them into him, his travel along inside you for you let him enter from the other side of the little room and he is moving down, swiftly diving, whirling down and you feel him going down your throat, your breast where you heart is just a quick visit but it’s quite long enough and then you feel those familiar butterflies in your stomach but it’s him again and then a little bit lower again there is something whispering yes and he asks again because he wants to hear it again and yes there is no other word no other way yes yes oh yes please and he says yes and wraps himself around you your legs and feet and stomach and shoulders and arms just like the music and you have to look away because you can’t bear the butterflies fluttering their wings in amazement somewhere in the lower parts of your body but you can’t bear looking away for long either he’s a magnet you’re iron so you return your eyes to his quickly only a glance away a very quick glance away and you know where you belong and that is right there inside him where you’re swiftly flowing up and down his body from his eyes his face his throat his chest his waist his lips his legs his feet up again a lingering visit to eyesheartfrontside how deep can you get without touching so deep it hurts and you both have to look away but soon so soon your eyes meet again it’s irresistible but soon, soon you have to go away and leave him there before you ever had a chance of saying a word to him and you know and fear and suspect that you never will never get a chance after all that communication it would be good to hear his voice feel his hand’s touch see if another language would be possible and say the one, the only word in every language yes how many languages are there sí say it in every way oui touch his hand hai ever so gently tá or his neck kyllä his hand would touch mine da and he would say it ja and he would say the same in every language imaginable and when we wouldn’t know any more we’d invent new ways of saying it and yes, I have to go now I’ll never get to say it in any other way I just have to use my eyes and when he saw me go he looked so startled bewildered please don’t go no I’d love to stay or take you with me but yes I have to go and my eyes are shouting help screaming please make me stay yes I want to Yes I Want To Stay make me stay I want to.
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