Upon apprehending this love of hers for the spectre of a confluence, she feels a whisper of Scorpio within her. Through her feet she feels him brace himself right here, just as if his toes must grip this floor beside this open hatch. He lifts his face and scans the sky. His clothing turns glassy and transparent, cracks and falls away. This floor beneath his feet clicks powerfully and hums. Looking down, he can see that he is naked […] legs thin as moonlight, lit from within so the nerves glow pink. He stands upon his toes and lifts one arm with simple grace, like a ballerina brandishing a whip.
A distant groan of dogs. He purses his lips and frowns, the city’s noise recedes … then a burst of current shoots up his legs, makes his groin pulse and burn red as neon, fills his chest, and explodes through his neck into his brain, so his mouth yells, Watch me now… He feels his beat across the planet, emanating from this Pinnacle. Around him, indistinct upon the air, shimmer two-legged creatures of different genders, skinny beings, all of different hues. He rises on his toes and twirls around to see them everywhere. Their pleasures and their unrelenting need make him love them. Bolts of amber lightning crackle outward from here and split the night across Dubai. A billion voices roar and swell around the world below and then are drowned, as music wells above him from the sky’s brightest cellar. At this, the bolts of amber bend around and coalesce, streaking up and out beyond the Palm Jumeirah’s curve, where they stab and leap and dance until a face flickers up through the sky above the Gulf. The face is a human’s of a colour unidentified, loving and malefic, of a beauty that is cruel in its epicene perfection—bewitching, androgynous, a male so richly and gracefully feminine, a female simply and childishly masculine, fused in the golden eyes and contours of his own face, singing (though its lips are closed), See how bright the Dark burns—kiss the beauty in the nightmare—hear the moan of sex reversed, playing just like grief.
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