A Little Bloody Mary Comic Idea I Had Last Halloween

oh to have a silly little house like this...

“I think that the gods created eyes so people can witness the beauty in yours.”

III

You look nice,” her smile is both to reassure herself and say to me,  “I mean it.” We have been talking for weeks now and a compliment at the top of things is an unconscious whisper,  “I am worried.” I can feel the creak of my bones when I walk, the fat clinging on as muscles dissolve - the trip to the toilet leaves me lightheaded. The camera captures the hollows of my eyes, the slow process of taunting my skin over the bones. The hair is oily and standing of its own accord, like fireworks that are frozen. I think it shows how hollow I feel. “How are you feeling? How is the new medication doing?” “A little better - I made it out of bed today.”

Eugene de Blass (The Flirtation | Confidences)

To AH (draft)

I apologize if these words offend - I was not born with honeyed words on my breath nor silver inlaid on my tongue. These are simply the lines I have crafted: rough and humble to remain true. The moment your eye catches mine is both tempest and harbor. For in those icy waters I am drawn to passionate gales which sing with the storm of life, wishing to alight on every shore - to bend every tree, to live world forever having shaken the world. Yet in that eye is such kindness, compassion, and joy that no heart should dare to contain your wild and free spirit. I have said your voice is as the evening sun - warm, filled with scents of mystery and adventure. While true, I feel that it was too succinct. When you speak the world quiets, as every syllable is precious as dew upon the morning flower. What bliss it is to hear you happy, the glint of mistral on your eye, the curve of pleasure on your lips. What agony it is to hear you sing sorrow, that if I were more myth than real I would divert those rivers of heartbreak to wash out your troubles. When you laugh, it is as regarding the stars anew - the wonder of their form, from smallest sparkle to largest explosion. The inspiration those beauteous miracles create both move the human heart and inspire happiness to echo in every beat. As I look to the heavenly bodies, I can not help but be reminded of your mind - your wit casting after-images as they race across the sky; your musings, majestic and humbling as they stretch galaxy-like; the harmony of orbits reflecting the virtue of seeing everything without judgement and gathering the whole picture for a decision.

All these observations took time and patience. More on your part than on mine, I will admit. Witnessing your resiliency, your drive, your bravery, your courage, the small things:  the crinkle in your brow when you dance, the flutter of your eyelids when recounting a history, the subtle pink of your cheeks when you sport a true smile - I fell in love.

I love you, with all my heart.

Avoir un coup de foudre, encore

I had not seen you for such a long time. The sun has caressed your body, tanning your curves that your new style clings to as lovers at the edge of ecstasy. Gravity itself tips in your direction, heads turning, eyes feasting as you stride to the dance floor, the gold in the chandelier losing luster compared to your sheen. Even from the sides I can smell your perfume, wrenching myself away from the scenes playing behind my eyes as siren song to Odysseus. My soul calls to hart, to bound away before this predator could sense our gaze, but your claws slide over my shoulder sending me stock still, the crowd calling that I know the dances you seek. Your voice purrs and hums in my ears, and I am clay under your exquisite hands, guided to first position with our fingers interlocked. The first dance I am shaky, nervous and at a nadir of confidence; it has been too long, I am too eager, I am too much in my head. Unsure sounds escape your throat, even a yelp with my trip - still your smile would refocus me, your eyes laughing and playful. The second was rote but easy, neither of us straining, yet neither of us bored. The third dance, we are alone again. My fingers trace your throat as your laugh knows you have won. The song is difficult, the moves igniting fires in our limbs; still we twirl about each other, your voice clear, perfect, sweet, as I grow hotter, enamored with you all over again. Then it is over, both of us trembling within a mist of applause. You are led away to your case, your strings being loosened, the rosin tapped and wiped off. I lay a hand on your shoulder, silently promising that soon, we shall play again.

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Here’s HSTHETE, the 24 hour comic I drew this year!  Thanks to everybody who followed along on twitter this weekend as I posted these pages <3