He
basked in the gaze of his eyes. Completeness was his gift. The very best. It is
that power which makes the song too slow or too fast. I grow confused. He reads
my mind and stretches for the perspiring glass. It is cold and tastes as only
water can beautiful and so vaguely alive. I look at him in wonder. How is it so
that perfection is the only thing we want but once?
We
make love once more and this time it is pretty, sticky, warm and cool at the
right bits. It’s like tea sweet and then comes the flood of tannin. Perhaps all
that we need is a bit of sweetness and a lot of kindness. This is hard for it’s
so much easier to scream and yell and use sarcasm and long - unkind words and
stupid mean looks of which we seem to be so proud of. Can it be the human race
think this is living? If so it is indeed foolish, for we as a species are renowned
for only one thing, that quality called humanity.
My,
no his breath comes in short gasps. My hand clasps his. We are beautiful. Naked
by the starlight of the star called the sun. Mock me once more and I will teach
your children kindness. And thereafter you will forever be taunted by your
haunting memories of this one moment, a moment that will come to define your
life. Would you want this, I wonder? Perhaps that is why we gift, a symbol of
all our love and all our apologies for not telling you or is it I that we love
you.
So
here I go.
You
love I.