July 21st, 2009 by Anna

This is…

my Scriabin

 

This is the captivating sexuality of beautiful extraterrestrial beings. 

But it’s not the warm love of humans.

This is painful voluptuousness followed by deadly exhaustion.

This is the poison, the deceptive tenderness of demons.

This is the destructive, mad dance of the black mass.

This is the black flame of satanic coldness.

This is the fiery needle of an ice crystal.

This is the radiant sexuality of angels.

This is the mysterious call.

This is irresistible.

This is ecstasy.

This is…

This is the music of Scriabin

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