From Chameleon to Kaleidoscope

Requiem

from The Sybarite Series…

je’NI

She waited til dawn, til the time came and picked her up. She was time’s slave.

She writhed as the rays of the sun replaced the darkness of shadows painting her face.

As the serpent, the world shunned her from grace. Like Lilith, Persephone or Kore, she fell to the ground in haste. In the underworld she drowned, yet her beauty remained in taste to such a degree, no one could forget her place in the sun.

Her light leaks out through tunnels of time and haunts all who remember how divine she was, she is and forever will be, for beyond and before time she is from - eternal, infinite and free of thee.

Benno & je’NI

Time is money. Out of time. An ancient timeless moment now.

She’s waiting for something. Sexy allures, french soirées, lasciviousness.

It’s all about the hands on her hips. She’s far away from the scene. And her body, feeling the tightness of her dress.

The perfect time. Half six. Supper’s almost ready, Hitchcock’s cooking. See you in another movie.

The iron flowers in my heart are long dead. I am almost willing to give myself up for you and split myself in two, slightly Siamese. Soft and warm yet cold and lonely.

One of us is never enough. There’s no cuckoo in this nest. So, sit down and let me serve you.