Tuesday, February 15

Waltz.



her fingernails are purposefully painted black
her sensuous lips are of the same shade
she draws dark circles around her eyes to drown them in it
the eyebrow piercing to further take away your attention from them
the pale white emanating from her face to force disgust
she adorns a flowing dress that reminds you of a shadow
the sleeves long it covers all of her
she hides her soul in fear it may be noticed
shes knows beauty
shes knows she is beautiful

her quick steps hide her sway of her curves
but she doesn't
shes talks with much wit
but she doesn't
a smile that would put pearls to shame
but she doesn't

she's afraid to shine
but she's afraid not to
but i see, so clearly

the elegance oozes from her
shes sits there sipping on arbot mist
diagonally across is where i am
watching her every notion in its intensity
she caresses the mouth of the glass and silently listens to it hum
with this she draws a slow breath
as if to taste the essence of the earth
she closes her eyes and begins humming a tune

a tune so calming
a lullaby to ones spirit
visualize the heaven in its serenity
the music resonating from the plucking of strings from an angels harp
or however you see gods place to be
i follow as the music takes the lead
i can't help myself but close my eyes and envision the waltz
where shes takes my hand and leads me into the age old form of expression
we are one, almost literally

sensuality. sexuality. morality. duality. equality.
she has spoken to me, without words
without expression
without thought
with music

but there is sadness
there is no harmony
the love in the sound is disturbed
i open my eyes to see nothing but tears
mascara smeared down her cheek
she catches my eye but she doesn't move
she doesn't mind my presence
she gazes at me with longing for closeness
i walk over and we embrace like we've known
like we've seen
and then i hear the cries
of sorrow and of hurt
of pain and of love
and i stand there and it was forever and one
forever and none
but still i stand
still we stand
and it has met its end
for her. and for my wife.

1 comment:

raj. said...

speak when you have something to say. talk when you have nothing to say. speak in here, don't talk.