The Look

David Bowie Dead Man Walking Acoustic 

The look. 

It forever would be in her eyes.  Precious jewels multifaceted were reflecting a shared hope.  Of what?  We were together, what else mattered.    

Souls burned fierce to dance, to twist, to savor the joining of one into the other.  The most painful distance just happened to be in the diminutive distance that separated.  Time would stop.  They could live forever.  They would live forever.  All they had to do was look into the others eyes.    

Masks could slip.  Acceptance was total.  Yet they knew, there was a time for words glorious.  But now was not that time.  Time, if only for a moment, was fixed.  The gentle touch, the pulling close, this is what was needed.  With each caress eternally explosive energy was drawn from the other to build.  Build the passion that could so readily be seen.   

Desire rising.  Forces became too strong.  I pull you close.  The power is too great that half-open eyes must close for the communion of souls celebrated with the burning contact of the kiss.