I recognise that rapture
Listening to “Hit” with Björk from her time in the Sugarcubes, the music travels through me, bringing forth memories, old and new. I sing along loudly in my car, feeling every word
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,
I was happy by myself.
Accidentally, you seduced me,
I’m in love again.
I lie in my bed
Totally still
My eyes wide open
I’m in rapture
I don’t believe this
I’m in love again!”
Every molecule of my body recognizes that feeling; that moment where you acknowledge, believe yourself to be in love again, you don’t want to be, you were happy as you were – and yet, that physical response, pure adrenaline, heart pounding, hands sweating, breath quickening seduces you in spite of yourself.
Is it love or lust? Impossible to distinguish in that moment, it feels like love, you are blind to his faults he glows golden in your consciousness, the connections to your logical self are broken and your body screams out that this is “it” this is love – but all the while you know you cannot be sure, you know at this point the odds are it is lust.
No amount of hard earned experience can stop your blood from boiling, your heart from aching, your body from yearning.
Dangerous, that is what you are.
