Circumspecte

We danced. For months on end. The tango, the waltz, even salsa'd it up Amidst the swirling shadows, intoxicated by tune Daylight? T'was always the dark we craved Grinding against each other - wanting, denying, no sleeping tonight Heavy breaths in sync, bass tempo till light Staring. Breathing the other in.  Intimate, strange. Enveloped, conspiring; tearing the other apart. Remedy to the madness, but poisonous at touch Pure and utter insanity, the reasons to exile. Yet come night fall, we dance it up again. Deeper into the dungeon, velvety curtains drawn apart. Deadly passion, intoxicating yearning. Scratch marks the evidence of struggle. Copulate, then dilacerate. Copulate, then dilacerate. Pure and utter insanity, deeper into the dungeon we go. Nooks and crannies, monsters under the bed. The questions. The shadows. Therein all dwell. The darkness hath come and conspire with it we shall We dance. Over and over again. A mis...

Source "Excuse me, do you mind if I share this table with you? All the others are taken." You look up and see the woman of your dreams. In live color. In the flesh. "Of course, you may have that seat. Nice to meet you, my name is..." She mentions your name before you can even finish. "Wow, you know my name? Have we met before?" She smiles. "Many times. But I don't think we've been introduced properly." She introduces herself.  "It's a pleasure to meet you, Revelle", you respond. "Would you like something to drink?" "That would be lovely," she answers, a shy smile on her face. The waiter brings over a bottle of mineral water and you both watch the bubbles gleam in the light. Source "If you don't mind my asking, what brings you here?" "I'm waiting for someone," Revelle responds. "A long lost friend" "Ah...

Poetry finally chased me down and caught hold of me :) Inspired by the movie "P.S. I Love You." Consider it a double entendre ;) -- Hello again It's been a long while I have seen so much, experienced so much Met people who reminded me of you Many times I've wanted to stay away for good Many times I've wanted to come back to you But why should I when we have such a history Of laughter, fun, smiles, love, yes But also of challenges, correction: littered with challenges It would be so much easier to leave it all behind, leave you behind And start afresh. With someone, somewhere who's more sure More certain, more clear, more easy to get along with? Someone who doesn't make me so damn angry all the time! Surely, that's what I should do…right? I've thought that so many times But looking back, I'm who I am today precisely because of you Because of us, and especially because of our struggles It might be easier...

First post in a month! It's been a while coming and it's finally here. Warm breeze playing softly on the nape of your neck, you gaze up enthralled. There it is. What you have longed for for eons on end; finally within your grasp. You take in the expanse of it all. The red-golden-green colors silently inviting you to indulge. Yet, you hesitate. Maybe it's because some call it the forbidden fruit. That last drop of water that tips the calabash over. Come to think of it, it's quite ironic that it should be titled as such when its seeds are commonplace. At one point or another, everyone falls for its charm and after that, you're never quite the same. You either get sucked into its sweet succulent juices or you feel the stinging burn of its acrid taste. Bittersweet. The silent buzz of a bee draws you out of your reverie and you shuffle across the vast, green lawn to the foot of the tree. Some say its the exact replica of its ancestor in the garden of Eden...

When you first arrived in town, you'd asked, "Where are all the pretty lassies of this land?" Many names were delivered, but only two had stuck out: Avril and Soleil. "That Soleil is quite a feisty one, she is!" one guy said. "Pretty hot and tempting. No doubt, she's definitely phat," another added. "She would make you forget your own name," someone else ventured. All the men agreed as they tended their usual business of the day: discussing women. "What about Avril?" you enquired. "Is she really the belle of the ball?" "Ah. That one. Y'better watch out for her, mysterious lil' thang that she is!" "She has such a sweet demeanor, bound to knock your socks right off." Hmm . You thought to yourself. A lil' mystery never hurt . "But," a booming voice cut in, "You'll have to wait in line. All the menfolk are after her. Including me." Turning to look at the speaker,...

[Inspired by a fascination for accents, language, dual/multi interpretations and hoping that others can make sense of my sometimes bizarre free writing] "Life. Hmm." Wonder how many times that statement has been made, and what it's been followed by Maybe hours pondering this and that, whys and why nots.  When you think about it , the only relevant why is "Why the hell are you pondering life when the Good Book has already told you it's meaningless?"  But then again, you never did listen. Did you? Oh, what's that? You wanna show me some att-itude, now? Talking about "I'm a grown-ass person, I can do what I want" Mmm-Hmm, that's what I thought.  Every single time you said that you ended up right back here.  Hot charcoal pot to the side, fresh soot decorating its ears.  And you. Looking at me with beseeching eyes.  Here we are again. I mean really. It's pretty simple. What you put in, you get out.  You ain't no c...

[I always found this kind of writing fascinating. So I decided to try my hands at one. Would be interesting to see what peeps make of it. Enjoy! ] Good Cop: Don’t click on it . Bad Cop: Oh, why ever not, you know you want to. Good Cop: Just don’t! You’re setting yourself back. Bad Cop: C’mon, it’s just a photo, geez Mother Theresa. Good Cop: Don’t, don’t…please. Too late. The page was loaded, and she succumbed herself to the painful pangs that slashed at her heart. He looked so happy. So dashing. So…without her. Good Cop: Why do you do this to me? To yourself? To Us? Why? She didn’t know why. But she kept coming back to this place. This no-man’s land. Where she saw everything she ever wanted, but never achieved. Bad Cop: You need this. You need to see the reality of the situation, and deal with it. And maybe, just maybe, after seeing it so many times, one day you’ll take a look and be numb to it all. But that day hadn’t yet come. So instead, she kept going...