Exposition
by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, April 4, 2004 23:33:31
So many of my words I send before you, stretching out from my mind like fingers to caress your soul. So many are our private moments, our secret joys. Forbidden to all outside my inner circle, the sacred pool of our collected kisses and affections remains guarded within the fortress of my name.
Yet every so often, I trot you out to display your beauty before the wider public. The beauty reflected in your visage may blind those viewers unworthy of seeing the rich jewels of my palace; let it test them, cleanse them, scour the world and purify it for the wonders to come.
Thus do I post snippets of our conversations to the Log. The annals of history shall now reflect my hold on you, and your presence in my arms.
You are now exposed, even anonymously, displayed as my prize and my conquest. Does it turn you on; does it excite your senses? Your face remains veiled in the innominate description given; yet the body of your presence in my thoughts is bared before the world at large, naked for all to see.