Teardrops in a waterfall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTSN8faTRwI

So many moons.  He remembered her. So many moons... yet... he remembered.

They had met in the fall. Life dying surrounded while the life between them came to life.  Change in seasons followed.  Suddenly caught in the bloom of flowers it should come as little surprise, it was nurtured in the spring.

  He was with the other on the floor, both furious actors in a passion play.  Actors desperate to have the love that fumed below to erupt from masks held so furiously tight. Afraid to feel totally knowing that it might bring back the pain devastating.  A primal payback for every pinnacle of pleasure reached. Perhaps her fell a bit... but his was held on so tight.

So tight.

That is when she entered.  Robe loosely tied around her waist.  Like an artist she clad herslef with the diminutive reveal.  It showed just enough to make his mind run wild.  Imagination is the most powerful aphrodisiac.  She knew.

"Cover your eyes," she said, hoping all the while he wouldn't.

He did. He said.  The gap between the fingers driven by curiosity intense however took him towards the gates of heaven.

The knot untied.  The robe slipped.  Her back bare was on full display.  As she had positioned herself in front of a mirror, not only did he catch the glory of the side, but the power of the front as well.  Passion twisted.  Passion turned.   

In her tiny pirouette of preparation, though each supple move, the slight twist, he was clearly able to capture everything:  soft moves crying for his touch, heat building as she placed herself on display.

It was almost too much.  Though glorious... he didn't know if she knew that there was so much more to the totally of her beauty.

The smile.

Curious sparkle in...

her eye.  She wanted to experience all.  She wanted to know all.  She was a tableau rosa waiting to be written upon.  If only he dared.  His slighted touch, his slightest mark, would forever make an impression she would forever cherish.  What do you know, she beckoned.  What can you show me, she dared.  Bold.  Brave.  Nothing could harm her.  She would laugh.  Scar tissue is so much stronger than regular tissue you know.  And every scar is merely a memorial that something that tried to destroy you failed.  She laughed.  She knew that when one got to heaven St. Peter wouldn't be looking for whole hearts... but rather those that encased in scars.  Ripped and raged though.  Scars were proof of a life lived fully.  Marks of those who dared.  Dared to be so open they could be damaged.  They could be hurt.  So be it. 

He would know when he bore scars of his own.  He wondered if she understood that...

...her scars...

and his...

were beautiful.

Teardrops

In a waterfall.

Ever tight

Hey Jude: Remix

Music bold
Proceeded
Her entry
Boisterous
Robe
So White
So

Covering
Regions
Precious
Treasure bounced beneath
Held only
by a diminutive knot

So tight
Only she
Could uncover

"I'm not ready"
Her cue
For him to cover his eyes

Hands
Fumbled
Would She
Ever be
Ready
To see
The Beauty
Her Beauty
Underneath

Did she know
Her eyes held
The question
He wanted to spend
The rest of his life
Answering
Shining
Glittering
Through
The twist
The grin

Supple flow
Gentle request
Her glory
So precious
Display slight
Of her side caught
Gentle glorious
Calling
Waiting
expectant

To cover
So it was
So it goes
Even then...
The artist could not avert his eyes
Diminutive gaps between
He saw

The beauty
Forms released
So bold
So beautiful
Rising
So high
Longing

Forever remain
Bold
Beautiful
Skin
Untouched
By time
So supple
Rising
To touch

Her gentle
Pirouette
In front
Of the mirror
Offering only
A shallow reflection
Feeble attempt to display
The glory she had become

Tiny moments pass
Pause
Recollection
as
The knowledge
The glory
She just
became

Should he tell
Of the longing
Burning
Fuming for
The grace
The touch
Of the trace
Along her
Burning
So hot
So fuming
Between

Body
Remains
Ever tight

Harmony Collaspes

Jethro Tull - Skating Away on the Thin Ice of the New Day, Live 1980

Harmony collapsing upon harmony.  Wait.  You don't hear it... wait.  The man of dissonance thrown from the theater.  So simple for the ones who look, but don't see.  He is one.  Perhaps he is central.  mad man made to run by a central mind running.  Made to hovel.  Bow before the universal.  Laughter.  Mocker.  Heretic.  He doesn't know.  He doesn't care.  Society will move, sufficient to later languish... so desperately swallow on the mild scraps marking his trail.  Forgetting meals sacrificed for little more than pitiful parcels perhaps... that was all they could ever handle.

Harmony collapses upon harmony.

She...

Will see...

Will be...

The...

Rabbit on the run.

The sound builds.  The movements form each into each.  The blend.  The moment.  The forever present, melds quickly into the past, leading towards a future unforgiving. 

He drove back... drove through.  The place where... life erupted.  Interrupted for a moment.  Every so sacred.  Ever so...  The place where they didn't make love... love made them.  One joined to one, seamless in making the other... that began the world anew.  He looked.  He saw.  So much had changed.  So much had stayed the same. 

Memory reduced to nothing more than a lying mirror.  Cooing soft, cooing slight, seducing in its wait.  All he could do was salvage that... which he knew was sweet.  Was pure.  Even if it was little more, than little more... it was his. 

But the tales it told... so sweet... so magnificent.  Though he knew he could never go back... never change... anything.  But he smiled.  It could never be taken.  Never be stolen.  Purity that shames the very angels can happen... and it did.  The laugh, the cry, the defiant fist rose against that which will, which does, remind the problem always was not with his passion, but his lack of control over over them.  While the whiplash smile in subversive shadows, reminded that perhaps it was not his passions, but a banal world civilized that cried... that screamed desperate for the passions that erupted from his very existence as it collapsed back toward...

the banal bacinal...

...decadent land, that had traded its soul...

As feeble blows flew.. he smiled.

Run rabbit run.

Too many cannot face truth.

Harmony collapses upon...

harmony.

In the end...

It always will...

It always does.

Somewhere

Pet Shop Boys - West Side Story Video


I drove by it today
The point
The spot
So sacred

We didn't make love
Love made us

Should I turn
In
And see the play group so similar
'cept saved with a tiny coat
Plasticine
So bright
So safe
From danger

You so willing
So safe
Done well

Despite

The cost
To your soul
So contrite

Words pass
So contrite
While
You expect me
To forget
The rising

Heat

Rising push
Of Chest
Of hips
Demanding
To be touched

Burning

Pressing
To be touched
To be consumed

Raging red full
Wasting
Only for the touch
Rebellions push forward
Cross
The touch

The brush

So light
Magnificent
Slide
So soft
Magnificent
Trace

Drawing kiss
In case Maria
forgot
The gift of Tony
Upon her

Thighs
Welcoming heat
The slip
The burn

Movements
Soft slow
Perfect

Somehow
Someway
Somewhere
Well find a new way of giving


There's  Place for us