I’ve been sent a very sweet acoustic cover of Heartbeats, by The Knife. It’s unexpected, the taking of a crunchy bouncy makes-me-dance-no-matter-what and turning it into a rather soothing song about a one night stand.
One night to be confused
one night to speed up truth
we had a promise made
four hands and then away
I was young when I met him. I liked his golden hair, his wicked twist of conversation. He made me laugh, and I claimed him. That night I felt his hands around me and knew that he was mine. I used to think it was a quirk of happenstance, I used to think it was a strange accident that I met so many of these malleable people. I was young then, he was the first one. He’s still there, in love with me. His hands are waiting for my waist again, his eyes searching for mine in every crowd he dips in. There was a moment when I realized he would never go away, but it was years later, when I started channeling my emotions to call out and take souls.
both under influence
we had divine scent
to know what to say
mind is a razor blade
The plan is to move in and conquer. Take over the host for a moment and plant the seed of need with a twist of hair around the fingertip, a touch brushed against the shoulder. Cult of personality, they called it. Devoted at minute five, there’s a trick to it, knowing who’s available for desperation. Everyone is susceptible at some point, it’s as easy as finding out who’s lonely. And lovely? Everyone is alone inside.
To call for hands of above to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough for me
It took me a long time to bloom. I imagine a black rose, unfolding stop-motion, when I think of what I used to be. How clumsy everything was. The time came when I could flick my passion out and snare the young men I wanted, and that was the blossom. I’m left wondering what I’m training for, how this skill can have some use now. In the days of castles and courtships, I’m sure it did a girl good to have her choice of Lordly husband, but now the castles have crumbled to be replaced by citadels of frame and glass. Change overwhelming my talents with shiny eyes and plastic coated deception.
One night of magic rush
The start: a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colours red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love.