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| Subject: The Night We Knew Where the Soft Things Were | |
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Author: Bagger Vance |
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Date Posted: 01:40:07 01/22/08 Tue Under the night skies everything is peaceful. That would be because the stars are lustful in their shine, the moon pulsating in her siren smooth rays coaxing, lifting, caressing the all of all in anything and everything seen. It is the holidays and the place is deserted. It is the yearly thing. Everyone just packs up and high tails off to goodness knows where. There is play in the grass in that old country style. You know the type, that swang, that thang, that strum in the lull of the undertones and by feels snaking through the leaves, spiralling before the eyes, dancing in and out of our hair (which reminds me, I need to trim my hair tomorrow)! You have creation in your eyes. Blue there is dark in purple flecks with subdued greens on the outer. It is a virgin symphony just slowly swirling, slowly curving, slowly burning. I look at you and I see pleasure. You know of these strands of thoughts, god, how they must be flowering from the top of my head right about now you empathic thing you! Your skin soft, takes me back to the Book of Ages when once I flicked carefree and careful through its epic pages of romance in the high branches when the dark was a sales man with button eyes and wiry disposition. What nonsense you speak I hear your lips murmuring. Ah, but girl, nonsence is the fine thread that weaves and begets all things sensible do they not? It is the specter that coagulates the nonsensical into the probable in all things fine, and thus inspiring the old men of the river to utter the eternal phrase, "all things being equal!" As your hand finds mine in that serpentine way that ruffles the animal in me, I remember how feverish each seconds become. For your voice is now undulating with cloud sultry and the ships out in the blue pine for their anchors as a result. You smile crooked like, for now you say my skin is the perfect suit of my immortal. Of that, I wouldn't gainsay you. There is much history on our plate to slice and dice the mercurial and miraculous of our waltze through the haze of the year. Lo, another one of those years has closed and where to step from here if not the Softness that is whispered from the ripe Vi bushels. I need not the waves of the sea, for your skirt is soothe just fine with their own wave magic. I motion those words and you laugh in that melodic way knowing full well we rub up against behind each others' eyes. You anticipate me in tall myth undoing your legendary constellations. Sighs! Let us pause then for the quietness to burn blue flame long. And when the time is there in the right of feel, we'll let our eyes do what hands and lips do! [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |