before the waterfall falls
By The CanarY
In your bedroom, we exchanged a thousand glances with a like number of eyes each mood had made us different, like swift rivers carving out a brand new course, and so we were never the same two twice. Once, we were lovers- partners in a slow dance moving in perfect cadence. Your thoughts were mine and mine were- for that fleeting moment of music- yours. Our feet became each other in a symbiotic waltz, moving who-cared where: it did not seem to matter; destination unknown. Later, in our waxen raft that bobbed along time's incredulous river, we were pictures. We became colorful but sad Monets, hung in echoing corridors of dim decentralized light and we were inscrutable through our momentary blur. You were motionless roses, swaying in the mind's eye of the storm swept ship I'd become. Further still, we were forks of angry bright lightning stabbing the earth from opposite ends of a wild Kansas sky. Written October 8th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 04:08 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"In your bedroom, we exchanged a thousand glances..."