“Take a lover” she said As if it were my choice. As if there would be a line-up and I would walk along it and grab a lover by the hand, turn calmly to the audience and state, “This one is mine. Thank you.”
“Take a lover” she said and in my mind I pictured him bare backed, lying among the sheets. His eyes dazed with passion his lips swollen with lust. This is my lover, eyes hooded by thick lashes. Skin smooth under my finger, hands coarse in contrast.
“Take a lover” she said and I took her advice. I grabbed my lover by the hand and to the sheets we fell. The world we closed off for little whiles at a time, but it would always come knocking. Reminding us that in the daylight, in the reality that waited just outside that door, we were no more than polite. Friendly.
“Take a lover” she said yet now I wonder if she forgot a warning, if her sentence were left incomplete?
From the line-up I claimed my lover, but I never proclaimed to the audience that he was mine and from the world he hid that passion in his eyes.
“Take a lover” I say “But ensure that he will also love by day.”
Take a break, what does that really mean? Break an arm, a foot; break wind or a stick. Maybe, perhaps; but take a look a little deeper is the thought. Re-visit, revise; review, recharge. Take a head break, a spirit
You say I’m rebellious. That it’s just a phase. But please listen to me when I tell you, that’s not the case. Some say I’m despicable, that I’ve lost my morals, but I’m not the only one, that their words
Same dream, different night a sense of De Ja Vu takes me back to another life… my heart beats fast like angel wings, as you come in out of the shadows I begin to remember everything… Irish green eyes radiating