last chance

Photographed by Ralf Gekeler 

Photographed by Ralf Gekeler 

ANISSA CLARE - WORDS/#GIRL

Let’s see, there isn’t much out there that is taboo these days.  I guess we have spun out of orbit.  We dance in place never leaving the extremes of the spectrum we are on.  Never touching the middle. I guess like most citizens of the world I’m putting my foot down too.  Unmoved like the trees burning in between my lips.  I stare helplessly at a stranger across the room.  Is it the end of the world?  It might be.  A meteor could fly in at any moment.  Or North Korea could make good on those threats.  And I would still be staring at you, taking my last drag.  I inhale the courage I need to allow you to approach me. I shift my weight to my right foot so the slit on my dress reveals my thigh.  And the curve of my hip peeks out from my shape.  I won’t leave and you won’t move.  This is so us.   The whole night you watch as I decline offers to be whisked away into the night.  I entertain you.  A smirk rises slightly from your lips as the last suitor leaves my side empty-handed.  “Come to me” my eyes say.  “I crave you” is what your lips mean to get out.  But alas we are still miles from one another.  The dance floor calls out to me.  A song wraps its rhythm around my waist.  Can you stand another to touch me?  I turn my back on you.  I ‘ve had enough of your gaze.  I give into the snare.  The disco lights illuminate my skin.  And just as the break comes in so I can catch my breathe, I feel heat.  Your heat.  I know there isn’t a boldness in anyone else but you.  I turn around and those eyes meet mine.  Your smile is almost too bright.  I am looking into the sun.  My great bold sun,  I am your moon.  Everything is a blur.  You put a need in me that cannot be explained or undone.  He is relaxed in my arms.  “I have found my Venus”,  he whispers.  In a world with little taboo or time to waste I let him capture me.  “I am yours”.