Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Obsidian Lullaby

Voicelessness, for
The rain is mute.
It sifts from the pregnant sky;
Heaves and heaves.

The imminent blackness,
Naked and unabashed
Swallows me whole - into
More black, where I cannot breathe.

Here, the cold does not touch me;
Here, in this black abyss, I
Build my nest on lullabies sung
By the blessed darkness.

Lungs blossom into vacuum
And yet I sleep;
Sleep, sleep.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

It's A Fucking Revelation

I've been waiting for this moment, for God knows how many months. This, this great deluge of foudroyant rain. I've been squirming in discomfort for months on end like a worm on heat - cacing kepanasan? Anyway, now, it's been pouring like crazy and I'm in heaven.

There's this tradition of mine - whenever it rains this heavily, I put on Celine Dion's "It's All Coming Back to Me Now" and I drown in my personal elation. Seriously, it's addictive. Depending on how long it rains, I loop it again and again and again as I sit on the sofa in my room, lights dimmed so that I can barely see anything and I listen to the song. It's so good I get all goosebump-y. 

I dunno why though. The whole song is like a rumbling thunder, right from the very beginning. It starts with a deafening crash of chords on the piano and then it rolls into softer, more crystalline notes and then Celine Dion sings the first sentence: there were nights when the wind was so cold... And right then and there I melt into a puddle of... of... of whatever it is I melt into. By the time she completes the first stanza (?) - that my body froze in bed if I just listen to it right outside the window - I'm beyond melting; I'm evaporating. 

It is a fucking orgasm, to put it bluntly.  The song sort of blends in with the pattering of rain and oh God, it makes your heart constrict in pleasure and you just wanna scratch something just to release the ecstasy in you. Funny thing is, though, the song's just an ordinary, plain song when you listen to it when it's not raining.