Meeting At Midnight

Meeting at midnight

Autumn is the season where I was born, the season that leadeth thee to reflection and analysis of the year almost to an end. For this reason they are always lost in thought, dreams and stories .

As you know, Saturday I longest, put my headphones and turn on the music of my youth to not feel long road .Almost every song means something to me, moments of my life, so are transported somewhere in a world that overlaps the real world before the confusion .

Yesterday evening I proceeded just as I left later and when I finished the job was already dark well . On the way backtime is Late, close to midnight there is absolutely no one on the street and take this thing to turn on loud music, so really did not disturb anything .

I was walking and dreaming of a love, a girl who can waiting for me somewhere, maybe in another life, when appeared before me a steaming white form

stood amazed watching us and none of us could say anything, the girl later chained my neck with her arms and the patch sticks me in a tight hug. I have stayed there, feeling the thrill of her body, while she whispered in my ear

- I see? Do you hear me? Darling you better see me! I waited so ......!

-- Of course I see and feel, I always wait! I answer lost in dreams and music.

- Save me! Help me to get rid! Love me! Hurry, do not come up for me again Hurry .....! We know a place name to find anyone!

He took my hand and started to run in the direction from which I had come. We passed the cemetery and at the end of his we entered through hole in fence . Run fast among the tombs, skipping small, bypassing the big ones, until we reached the farthest corner of the cemetery. Here was lying on a tombstone that imagined a bier and I sat down on the bench next to the monument.

I watched amazed still so much beauty, bathed in light The blue full moon, I could see how I struggled firm breasts at every breath, trembling legs running effort, and after resting a bit, his face toward me, stretching his arms as a call, he whispered:

-Come! Love me!

I have knelt beside the stone, to be at her body and I lay at her feet lifting dress with one hand and sticking my lips each ankle like a kiss, and then going up to the knee .... I could hear sighs and breathes jerky, not tired but happy .... losing her skin a white, marmorean, became natural and warm after my kisses . I continued to file kiss after kiss on the thighs, abdomen, breasts insisting on until the entire skin became hot .

She grabbed my face with her ​​hands and dragged me to kiss your lips become red now.

While I knead and I bit her lips I looked at her body, the skin of the legs become white again, full of black veins that begin to climb on the belly ..... already cracking skin on legs revealing a black mass that moves twitching . I focused on the kiss until I felt her hot lips began to cool. I wanted to get up but she held my head with both hands glued to her face to continue such a passionate kiss ....I see whit corner of my eye as the skin on the breasts becomes white as black veins fill as thoracic cage full crack revealing a form of earth moving materials, scrap organs and worms ... worms big white fat, which moved tissue debris looking to devour everything ....

Amongourkisseshave heardwhisperingdiscontinued...

-I...Thanks......my dear!

My mouth was invaded by a taste of rottenness and I really felt those fat worms moving the on the tongue, just a moment, and then to feel a taste dry like I eat dust ...Under my eyes, beautiful girl turns into a mass of decaying remains and then into a fine powder which disappears on breeze .....

I stood up and I went home, I was dizzy with lust love, amazed at coincidence and full of questions .......

The next day, the light of day, I returned to the cemetery and began to look grave that had lain. I found I immediately walked around and the only evidence was lying grass besidestone a catafalque imagined .

I put the flower that I had brought with me to the grave and I sat on the bench on seeing pictures of the girl who smiling on the cross .

At few meters from me, a grave digger who dig a new pit asked:

-Youknow her?

-Mmmda! Somehow…..!

-Too bad for her youth, poor girl, were buried bride dressed for they know not man!

-I know!

We spent a minute thinking about the links between the worlds, the transience of life and left then left for home on foot, full of feeling release a soul trapped between the worlds of unfulfilled desire not to have known love

by Tonko Alexander .