There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts.
Inside you they work their magic.– Dianne Setterfield –
Words…
A lover who can stroke my mind, paint my skin, penetrate my body, seep into my soul…
With words…
*That* lover is one with whom I will share my *own* magic.
… sounds like bliss, Mrs. F. 🙂
The potential for bliss… Perhaps.
“…they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts…”
There is a fine line between peace and petrification; between calm and terror; between pleasure and pain.
There is a great vulnerability in words. In the pouring out of one’s own, as well as in the immersion in another’s.
… yes, as there is a great power and delicacy in mutual vulnerability. Walking all those fine lines, sharing, and being witness to the other’s words has the potential to pierce through the well-constructed walls that prevent deeper communion… with ourselves and others.
And yes, this has lots of potential… for bliss, and not-bliss. Ah, life.
I found this, and thought you might like it:
Words are things,
and a small drop of ink,
falling like dew upon a thought,
produces that which makes thousands,
perhaps millions,
think.
~ Lord Byron
Oh my goodness, I LOVE this. Bryon… what a dude. Thank you for thinking of me and sharing! xox