Birdhouse In Your Soul

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul...

- Birdhouse in Your Soul, They Might Be Giants

Random, Fleeting Moment

Random By J. A. Redoble

I don't have a name,
At least not one you should know.
Spare me the small talk,
Pretense is lost here tonight.
Just savor this moment
In the flickering light.

I don't have a story,
At least not one I can share.
Don't get to know me,
Just give me what I need.
Sate yourself, take your fill,
Consume my greed.

In a random, fleeting moment,
Your body will fill mine,
Your touch will sate me.
And in that one fleeting moment,
Perhaps the emptiness will cave in on its own.

I don't have a reason,
At least not one to be told.
I'm here because in the furnace,
I still am cold.
This is a fleeting tangle
In a meaningless fold.

I don't have regrets,
At least not one you can see.
A simple indulgence
Of this hunger in me.
You are random,
a release for the moment.
One last kiss, leave me now,
End this torment.

One of the songs by Hastang that struck me that night. You can listen to this at http://www.myspace.com/hastang

Lingering Scent

It was 3 o'clock in the morning. I was jolted from a deep slumber only to realize that my heart was beating too fast. I initially panicked but after a few seconds of trying to calm myself down, I recalled having a dream just before waking up. In the dream, I was taking a stroll with someone along a moonlit and deserted street. The stranger's scent, to my amazement, kept lingering on my pillows even as I was awake. This made my heart palpitate even faster.

The fresh, minty smell mildly resembled a favorite perfume* and instantly reminded me of someone whom I last walked with under an August night sky.  That actual stroll was months ago, but the one in dream brought me a kind of odoriferous ecstasy. The scent gave a kind of frosty air in the room and a breezy feeling even under the sheets. It enveloped me in a haunting embrace.

Half-awake, and still flushed with racing heartbeats, I silently wondered how a fragment of one's dream could so easily slip into the neighboring reality. Yet the scent was all the proof there was. As I slowly breathed you in, the lingering perfume brought in a calming feeling. The scent started lulling me back into dreamland where, hopefully, it would lead me to another stroll with you.

*Davidoff's Game, CK's Eternity or Bulgari's Soir