“Shhh,” he cooed in her ear “just dance with me Sarah.”
His warm breath tickled Sarah’s ear and she sighed somewhat contently but also with an ounce of aggravation at the effect he had on her. His hands were gloved in the softest white silk, the fingers of one hand intertwined with hers while the other hand lay on the small of her back, leading her across the dance floor in a seemingly endless waltz.
“I feel like we’ve been dancing forever Jareth, you’re making me…I feel dizzy”
He stopped spinning her and smirked then nuzzled her neck, his soft lips grazing slightly across her skin. “We can do whatever you wish my Sarah, it’s your dream”
Sarah cocked her head and wrinkled her brow the way she had when they first met when she was only a child, “This is a dream? I’m finding it so hard to tell what’s real.”
“Does it matter? You’re here, can’t you just enjoy it?
“I…I suppose.” Sarah said, it was hard to resist his charm especially when he looked into her eyes as he was doing now.
If this is a dream at least you won’t know I’m giving in, Sarah thought to herself even though part of her was wishing this moment was real but she was hardly going to admit that to Jareth. You have no power over me, she tried not to giggle as she thought of the words even though deep down she knew they weren’t quite true.
I wrote this last night, its not Bowie but this little paragraph is the most of written in ages
The fool sat in the hall empty of laughter, empty of voices, empty of people.
He hung his head, the bells at the end of the tendrils dangling from his cap rang and jingled; a mocking laugh in his vast silence, a terrible echo in the barren hall.
The mask of makeup that painted his face in smiles and joys smeared across his silken gloves and ruffled cuffs, covered the holes of his costume so worn and tired, as he held his drooping face.
The clown alone had nothing to laugh at, no entertainment of his own.
He was more than 25 years her senior and yet at times he looked like a schoolboy. She leaned forward on her elbows, her face in her hands, admiring his looks, the way his hair fell over his forehead. Then she quickly sat back up straight if she was caught staring there would be hell to pay. Thank goodness he can’t read my mind, she hoped.
He pulled two cigarettes from the pack of Marlboros on the night stand and with a flick of his tongue moistened his lips before laying both cigarettes between them. The light was low in the room just a single lamp and the moonlight from the crack between the pulled curtains. He retrieved his lighter from his pants discarded on the floor and lit them both. The flame lit his face and added detail to the scene. The light traced the curve of his nose and seemed to play about his face about his face in a tour of revelations revealing first the blue of his mismatched eyes and then the lines around them each line a story, a time in his life, a perfect memory of course, perfect. Sweat had plastered the long layered tresses of his current hair style around his face and forehead with sweat. No matter what he changed one thing always remained the same, he was always handsome and she knew it.
A single cigarette between long slender fingers traced a path of light in the air between them as he reached his hand across the bed. Smoke filled the air and mingled with the smell of clean hotel sheets and…
She took the burning object from his hand and she was now illuminated and brought into the picture. Sitting on the edge of bed her back to his form stretched out comfortably, the sheet held under her arms covering her body as if in a moment of shyness that was not present earlier. She felt a pain between her legs that wasn’t entirely physical partially composed of pain and even a sense of defeat that rang through her body and sat itself somewhere in her mind above all these things was a want, a want for more.
“Dammit David,” she said and exhaled, “is there anything you’re not good at.”
I know things that haunt me in the night
I can never tell a soul
how deep they bite
I never thought this place would last
I’m buildin up walls
but they’re crumbling fast
I never thought this day would come
I’m reachin’ up my arms
but its not to the sun
Mary had a little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
we led it to the slaughter
when the leader falls it is the man on the bottom rung who has the furthest to climb to take his place but also the most ambition and he will step on everyone in his path to get there.