catfish19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ode to an arm I am completely and utterly (ok... unhealthily) obsessed with an arm. Well, I'm obsessed with two arms really, but when I think about it, the second arm is just a mirror image of the first, perhaps with the exception of a few freckles or scars. The arms in question are attached to a friend of mine. A male friend. Now, I've never been an arm person - I've always gone more for backs and necks and even legs. I used to think all arms were the same. Before I saw the arm... before my life changed. Well, not really. But also, really. It's so long and lean and strong. I was secretly studying it when I wasn't being watched the other day. The bicep curves out, then in again while the tricep balances the curve further down. I love how the sun creates shadows on the arm which define the muscles below the smooth skin, and how the arm takes on an almost delicate appearance despite its strength. I am awed by the leanness of this arm - athletic yet not bulky. Joseph Pilate would be proud to own such an arm. I dreamed about it the other night. I dreamed that I took the arm while my friend was sleeping - I didn't need to cut anything, it just sort of detached itself. I carried the arm home and attached it to my bedroom wall and made a kind of shrine to it. Maybe that was one of those prophetic dreams... The arm is just so beautiful. I want to lick it. I want it around me. I want it to be all mine so that nobody else in the world can see it. Too bad about the man it's attached to.
11:24 p.m. - 2004-05-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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