She kissed me like a thousand times before with her eyes...but this time, I said no to skin, lips, tongue, desire...My heart was ripped in two. Between the temporal and the eternal, the mundane and the real, the façade and the substance, the seen and the invisible.
A million seductive years passed in one second. A thousand glances all in one blink of an eye. Come hither. Drink your fill-the language of the eyes. The rhythm of the body. The talk, tilt and pout of the lips.
Then I knew. Everytime she kissed me, a part of me died. Everytime I said yes in my heart, something, Someone seemed to leave. The tears that filled my eyes were not of pity but of hope that someday, maybe someday, the fog would clear and she would know that the desire coursing through my veins was held by another -the invisible Hand that restrained me; that guided me clothed from my father's house, naked to the pit, thirsty through the desert and living to her lord?
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How can I', I managed, 'do such evil and sin against God?' Then I ran half naked from the bittersweet vinegar of compromise.That was when I heard the scream that changed my life- high pitched, bloodcurling, intense echoes in my mind.
That, my friend, is why I am in here.
Joseph ben Jacob-talking to an Egyptian political prisoner in my mind's eye.
'Little children, keep yourself from idols.'
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