echoes, pretty little thing

[foxtongue]

"I made tea."
So sweet, I stand in the doorway, looking back over my shoulder, an image from last year, why do they all sleep like that? One thin arm thrown over their face, head attempting to burrow into the mess of silk pillows that cascade across my bed. If I took a picture, it would seem almost identical to pictures I've already taken, heart warm in my chest, smile a permanent part of my skin, the camera a friend and confidant, recording like I love you, safe in this moment, embedded forever, or as long as my digital media will keep. How does life repeat like this? So slyly, so quietly, to perfectly the same, yet with different props, a different body, another frame of mind over reference over history over name. The division of minutes a lie, fabricated like music to make myself feel better about getting older while staying the same. I want flowers to fall from the ceiling, red and orange, a snowstorm of petals to announce this is new, define a change, to create an unreality in the midst of the repetition, floral scents as solid as mist, as solid as my feelings seeing this, as I look over my shoulder to see him in the bed, arm up and over, time traveling stock still, a year ago, a different man, yet still here.

Comments

[drcuriosity]

I feel like that photo.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

That was me being sleepy at the chalet in Whistler for CanSecWest.

[drcuriosity]

I was at the end of a very long night full of trying to get work done.
Now I've at least slept for around six hours.

[strumpetofmeat.livejournal.com]

this is pretty :)

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Thanks, sweetie!

Did you get a call back on the gig?

[santapau.livejournal.com]

I like this.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

It's good to write about something real again.

[hibiscustea.livejournal.com]

I love the photo. That sweater looks awfully familiar though ...

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Last time I wore it, actually, was that trip, which was back in ... May?

[foxgrrl]

Interesting, I actually felt kinda bad after I shot that photo. I don't normally photograph people without their knowledge in their sleep (it can be seen as kinda creepy.) But in this case, it was just too good of photo to pass up.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Aw. I always like getting pictures of sleeping people. Plus, you're too sweet to be ever creepy.

[artmunow.livejournal.com]

Last year's images are still - asleep in their own sweetness,
like your picture of a thinner me who isn’t as messy and has
arms for you to throw round silks and pillows - we lie on faces
that we’ve taken from each other - how to keep this/us safe
from the camera's identity; it fattens flesh, makes perfect bodies
want to frame hearts in perfect histories that quiet the perfections
we’ve forgotten to name - if divided in two, would you lend me
a half to fabricate changes that flower, like your music, along
the edges of ceilings I’ve set to high – but then, scents repeat,
echoes fade, and while I’m older then those differences, I can
still travel over your shoulder to here.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Nicely done!