The Serpent’s Kiss

Lovers and falling rain 1996 61x46cm

This ashen tongue…

It slithers through deceit 

Like dreams of silk

Over the morning mist.

Your mouth tastes of promise;

It shimmers over mine

Until synapses burst

And blind, I cannot sift

Away the beauty from its lies.

An angel born of darkness;

Your dagger rooted in my spleen…

Around its icy blade I twist

Until my bowl bejewels yours

With tears of ruby warmth.

Yours is the serpent bite,

And mine… the rift. 

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Daily Prompt: Moved to Tears

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PROJECT R in session #17 Anonymous

          1. On Failure. What does love mean to you? What constitutes a failed relationship? What about a successful one? Did you ever think of yourself as a failure because a relationship came to an end?

– First of all, as far as I am concerned there is no such thing as failure ever … never ever. 🙂 It’s just about different experiences from which you learn about yourself and about others.
– Love… hmmm It is something that can never be fully expressed through words, because with every attempt to do so, you actually get further away from its essence…
– A broken relationship – look at the answer above. There is no such thing.
– A successful relationship…  I don’t believe in “success” when it comes to relationships. That’s something constructed by dull people, lacking depth of feeling. Every relationship has its unique aspects that make them exceptional in a special way .
– Nothing is ever stable, so anything that starts, transforms. The course? That depends of the two in question. 🙂

          2. On Being Flawed. Are you more comfortable on your own or in a relationship? Do you think there is something wrong with people who cannot or would not sustain long-term relationships?

– In life it is customary, natural and beneficial for everyone’s personal growth to discern that there are alternate phases. This is the only way to tell the difference. Only in this way you can become complete (whole) through your life experience.
– Long term relationships are not necessarily the key to great success. So… I believe that any relationship, whatever direction it may take, requires conscious involvement. In fact, your level of consciousness determines the reality/quality of these relationships. It is as simple as that. 😉

          3. On Eros. Do you require a romantic relationship to feel fulfilled? 

-It depends where in your life journey you are, because your needs will differ from period to period. But healthy for the soul is an amorous nourishment to measure 😀

          4. On Soul-mates. Do you believe that there is a soul-mate for everyone out there? Do you ever feel that you are only half of the equation, and will be ‘lacking’ something until you find someone to share your everyday life with? 

– Surely there must be more than one soul mate for each in a lifetime. You are fated to meet many others, as each of them will make complete a different part of you and vice versa. You live with each at a different level of intensity. Life is not something pulled from a Xerox machine, and you will never behave the same way in each “different” relationship (that’s why they are different) 🙂 It’s so fascinating to let life surprise you. 😀
– It’s nice to be able to distinguish between love / completion and attachments / ambitions etc.

          5. On Self-Love. Do you think that to be loved by others you have to love yourself? What does self-love mean to you? To love, can it sometimes mean letting go? 

– The most crucial question of all. From self -love starts everything else. Self-love, self-esteem and confidence: these three ingredients that cannot do ok when separated. And equilibrium in life we have only if we work to balance all three. The rest is delusion / expectations that result in a chain of suffering.

When you are ok with yourself, you get the same in return. What I ‘ve learned so far, is that life is primarily about you, and the most important relationship is the one you have with yourself. Others do nothing but mirror what you are. Some you may have as guides, others as enemies, but finally everything refers back to you. It is with you that the rapport with everyone else begins.

          6. On Fulfilment. Can we only find fulfilment in others, or is it possible to be happy and find contentment in our other accomplishments, whatever our relationship status?

– Fulfilment is first of all an inner state. You interaction with others reflects clearly your inner state; the rest is deception / distraction from the main person holding the brunt of responsibility in this equation. Does someone else breathe in your place? 🙂 Does someone else orgasm in your place? (your orgasm is an accumulation of states generated by your capacity to open up – mainly, then – the real compatibility, ambient circumstances etc., etc.). 🙂
– When you’re in a relationship where things start to scathe, if there is no willingness to overcome that hurdle, it’s ok to retire. It is about self-esteem, because the role of saviour / victim is not healthy in the long run. 🙂

          7. On Interpersonal Skills. Are people in relationships simply better at ‘people skills’ than those who are not?

– It depends on the nature of each. We all take from life the “best” lessons in order to discover and reach an equilibrium, but this is contingent on many factors, and each of us develops qualities throughout life to different degrees depending on the experiences we have. 🙂

          8. On Project R. Do you think this a worthwhile project? In what way, if at all, did this project help you think through the question of “relationships”? Feel free to add here any other thoughts you may have on the subject that was not covered by the above questions.

– It’s ok, it’s a vast topic with a multitude of layers and worth discussing, but mostly worth living directly 🙂

#BenedictCumberbatch

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Welcome to The Batch on Sunday: your online-home for all things CumberVic
The Batch on Sunday reports!

     Ever the resilient professional, Benedict Cumberbatch does not take bad reviews lightly. After an underwhelming performance in Sex with you-know-who, he attempts a comeback with a guest stint in Midnight Snog: long-awaited sequel and an integral part of writer-turned-director Vic Briggs’s Dreamscapes Epic.
The Batch on Sunday was astonished that Cumberbatch got a return invite all things considered, so we take this opportunity to interview co-star Vic Briggs on their latest joint project.

BoS: “Now that Midnight Snog has moved into post-production, can you tell our readers whether Cumberbatch’s snogging was up to par, or was it another ‘between the sheets’ fiasco?”

VB: “It was a relief to see him back in form. Of course, it is always tough to film intimate scenes, even for someone of Ben’s calibre and proficiency.”

BoS: “You last crossed swords with Cumberbatch over Sex with you-know-who. Given that you’ve described his –ahem – shall we say enactment? …as ‘rubbish’ and ‘absolute crap’, can we assume there was a lot of tension on set to start with?”

VB: “You’ll have to be the judge of that once the sequel is out.”

BoS: “Vic, you appear determined to be coy about it. Well, we all like a little mystery, but a preview would be nice.”

VB: “He-he. Ben was gracious about it. And there was certainly no trace of former wooden-ness in his performance. I speak for everyone, Benedict included; I’m sure, in hoping that was one limp act he can leave behind.”

BoS: “Is it fair to say that he’s keen to court your good opinion after the Sex with you-know-who disaster?”

VB: “He certainly wouldn’t take no for an answer. Ben is one determined cookie and a deliciously talented one too. But you’ll have to watch Midnight Snog to find out more.”

No flop then! With this The Batch on Sunday bids farewell to the Dreamscapes Epic director. If Vic Briggs keeps it up, we are in for one busy season. Watch this space, #BenedictCumberbatch aficionados everywhere!

While we wait for the premiere of Midnight Snog, you might want to check out the confession: I don’t fancy Benedict Cumberbatch. Daily Prompt: Pants on Fire and the umm… director’s x-rated debut Sex with you-know-who

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Sex with you-know-who

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There is a time in the evening when the light acquires a bluish hue. It falls in amongst the shadows. It lowers itself into the hollows of the space around you in a dream-like sequence.

Bodies lose their concealments as one by one the fabrics fall to the floor. The skin glows in the refracted grace of the arriving night. The air attains a heavier quality and it becomes difficult to breathe. Reason loses ground as passion surges forth.

The cheek blushes with the warmth of the lover’s gasp. Softened lips caress a dimple, the nape of the neck, the small of the shoulder. Fingers search the contours of the other underneath the sheets, caressing a forearm, an inner thigh, the back of a knee.

I breathed in the unfamiliar scent of his body, his ice-grey eyes fixed on me. My traitorous mind transported me back to eyes of a different hue… gaze held firmly as he half-whispered “I love you. Marry me.”

And then it hits me.

This is not my husband! What the hell am I doing? How am I ever going to tell him that I slept with Benedict Cumberbatch?!

I kept silent and looked away. It was too late. We were past the time when we were about to do it, to the very middle of doing it.

I could smell the danger. I moved into uncertain territory. His smile was soft, his lips just parted…

Don’t. Don’t! Don’t!!

It’s too late. There’s nothing I can do about it now. And it got worse. Much worse.

Who could’ve ever guessed that sex with the Sun’s Sexiest Man Alive would fail to deliver on that title’s promise? Let’s not beat around the bush here. It was crap. And whatever of it wasn’t, I was too guilt ridden to enjoy.

I wake up with a gasp. I do not stay half-awake in slumber, enjoying the warmth of the morning. My eyelids are propelled open. I feel nothing but panic. How am I going to tell him?

 

An arm stretches out and catches my waist. I look sideways.

Ben needs to understand this is a one off.

But… it’s not… I’m at home. In my bed. With my husband. Wrecked marriage averted. I breathe out relieved. Phew! Just a dream. Thank f*** for that.

Then it dawns on me.

Me (major angry silence): I’ve just cheated on you with the Cumberbatch.

Him: Mmm?

Me: In my dream. Big massive sex scene. Slow motion and everything.

Him: How was it?

Me: Rubbish. He was absolute crap.

Him (laughs, pleased with himself): Knew it!

Me: (little angry silence, then): It’s all your fault, you know.

Him: Mmm?

Me: You got into my head. If I didn’t remember I was married half way through, it might’ve been passable. You’ve ruined my sex dream.

Him (Leaps over and pins me to the cushions): Know what will make you feel better about it?

Me (expectant): What?

Him: Make me a cup of tea.

Me (angry and bemused): That’s what I get for being married to a Scot: bad-dream-sex with Cumberbatch and a stringent daily tea-making rota.

Him: Alright TeaRex. Let’s see what we can do about that.

Sex scene. Take two. (As if! Curtains down for that one, I’m afraid. Let your imagination run wild, if you will.)

One night stand

The alabaster of his skin

Lights up her morning slumber.

In the refracted quiet light

Their dreams are swept asunder.

 

Eyes meet across the downy slopes,

Hands reach for one another:

Too soon dawn came, the time too quick

To part, when stay they’d rather.

 

The sweetness of her kiss goodbye,

Its wretchedness in valour…

Her absence hence robbed all his nights

Of their vivid colour.

 

And, as she watched the amber skies,

His tenor’s soft recalling…

Her weary frame in sleepless nights

For his sake only falling.

 

So raw today, as years pass

Their passion will grow weaker,

Until one day forgot be he

And he’ll neglect to seek her.