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By coujeaux Date: 2004 May 12 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.12.22.35.2213]] |
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Silverbox transport at my disposal, slidedoor seals me off, slow I rise; the next level awaiting, Defy gravity like skiprock Christ spectacle, wonder will shoulders carry dream I'm anticipating. Here about the time I planned with some recreation to spare, I set down my gear, look around, We advance from opposite directions if not from like experiences; let her arrive safe and sound. Suppertime now, slight visceral growl, perhaps to eat, but decide to wait, truer sustenance calls, For I've become a wiser man in realization I shall feast upon unparalled nectar within these walls. Slither dusk unto nightfall, slightly humidified air of excitement, back down to Earth, enjoy the air, Fastpacing nervously around collection of fourwheel domestic chariots in practice to see her there. And the scenarios we discussed replayed in my mind continually, sweeter at every turn of my eye, What would we say when we were here and now, naked of requisite responsibilities now cast awry? Tiny segment of anonymous worlds represented here, none of them know our story nor even care, Surely one could appreciate the electric euphoria of a love which took their two lifetimes to prepare. Second floor return to rest up for firsteve cacophonic apassionatas; she's slightly delayed, no hurry, If we've learned nothing else in our separate lives, it is the worthwhile things require the least worry. So I recline in a comfortable bed, see images of elsewhere of some world in which my interest is nil, Sensing just as I believe her perfection is but a figment of my imagination, she becomes better still. Then her signal arrives and I leap to my feet; making sure I look presentable, out the door, off I go, Step myself unto terra firma afluttering with such excitement at her before me and at what we know. |