Rescue Gravity

Flashes of reality still remain behind the sockets of my fixated eyes. Distant memories of the real life that I am supposed to lead; but choose not to. My mind has an ulterior motive- to spend time with the object of my fixation.

Currently it is perched on a pedestal of glory; it is in its comfort zone which I am not allowed to probe into but choose to anyway. I do not think that it… he… minds so I join in the comfort.

Mighty and glorious he stands; light pouring over his face; a beautiful face; a beautiful
Soul. Majesty metamorphisised in the black darkness of my past pitiful dreams. A new
sense of wonder seizes my once doubtful heart. He leaves me gasping for a breath of
reality but I choose to live this moment in another world; his world other world.

A sound so sweet like the chirruping of crickets on dew sodden grass; when I am near
him you can hear the gravity disintegrate and I am left floating on a cloud of his love.

His voice mesmerises me and I am left with the feeling of having honey poured all
over me. Luxurious silk; it engulfs me; running off my mind like hot water on
passionate lovers’ bodies. . A voice of reason, hope, sincerity and pure care for me.

I am but a mortal young girl yet he cares for me and treats me like I am the perfect
woman. His mind is a clockwork piece of treasure always seeking ways to make me
smile on the cloudiest of day. He makes me giggle and feel like a precious pearl
cushioned on a great barrier of his love; so secure and special.

I am a lucky lass skipping in the fields of Irish soil; a fashion model on the ramps of
Paris; a “pedicured-manicured” celebrity in Hollywood. With him I can be whatever
I want. He encourages buds to bloom on harsh, stormy days when the weather screams
as Lucifer takes control. He makes the sun smile and the moon rest.

Picturesque scenery is what I see in him. A mind pure and filled of brilliant white satin, a
place where doves harp and he is king; a place some might call paradise.

Reasoning bulldog of strength; ready to pounce and strangle thoughts of doubt. I don’t
have to think about absurd ideas; he diminishes them and makes me grin stupidly.
Nothing is awkward when we converse. Every aspect of life can be discussed as we drift
into an intelligent bubble of a world we only understand; where shepherds herd and
pit bulls protect- herding ours dreams and protecting our orbit of our world.

Many people comment daily on the situation with him and I but he does not flinch nor
does he complain. Like a mountain that harbours unspeakable knowledge. I tell people
that he is sweet and I try to shelter my heart and defend him at the same time when stones
are thrown. He and I understand the cranks of society, we are above childishness.

Problems stand with daggers ready to pierce us and diminish our love and understanding
but he stands when I fall. He defends us and protects me.

He is a fragile rose; delicate and sweetly aromatic and soft to touch and beautiful to look
at. He draws you in and absorbs your focus, captures you and keeps you a prisoner of
your own will. I keep to his good side because I need him. He knows my every action and
reaction like a shadow he is always by my side haunting my every moment.

On strong, streamline wings I soar above. High in a blue, cloudless sky; Wisdom and
clarity is an experience we can share in our world.

Two of a rare breed we are. A breed threatened by extinction. We live on the plateau of
human existence, “A cut above the rest” is what we are, we have reached divinity in our
own way.

He stands my rock of interest. A complex identity, an ember that smoulders out but a
storm in full rage. He rotates my mind; I cannot place him in a genre. He is my kind…
Two of a kind… the brilliant kind.

My astral vibrates on an intellectual high but he has an aura of a beautiful flustered
breeze on a hot, sweltering African day. He makes me feel appreciated and yet I am
undeserving of his quality. He is a fine vintage that that I am yet to achieve.

In the shadow of the valley of exotic isle, rivers shower the earth below, with riches of
acceptance but he does not need nor does he desire these for he has perfected his
flourishing soul. He has fault but it is like finding a stone of sapphire- rare and
unforgiving

.Mine for gold or diamonds but I am content with him. They say “seek an ye shall find”
but I say that I have not seeked yet my destiny has found. It found a pot of gold that
completes a rainbow and can never be replaced. Destiny has found him for me.

Echoes quake the sound of silence and jaws crack the gift of the gods- the gift of an apple
but I stare into his eyes and strangely enough he stares back into mine.

Angels chorus as we speak; a dozen champagne glasses overflowing with our specialty. I am swimming next to the tiny bubbles in these glasses as he continues to shower me in honey glazed words.

Tonight I shall place my head on my pillow and appreciate him. His love and friendship and his existence. I know that as I think of this unreal being gravity will be diminished and I will float high on his memory; the charming young man who has kept my heart at my own will.