Is it possible for strangers to fall in love? |
Can strangers fall in lust at first to rise in love too soon, unknown, unseen too late to reminisce on possibilities, or do they strain to pleasure take defying laws of gravity to fall upon the higher plane to lie where lovers lie in vain? I have been fateful touched not by some wispy angels’ wings nor halos of dear saints long-dead, nor by strange spirits – ghosts gone by, soft whispers breathing promises with voice resplendent, sonorous, unique replete with honey-petalled syllables suggesting sweet encounters, joie de vivre where wild winsome bodies wanton seek elation – fond anticipation of euphoric ecstasy. Alas, my eyes have not yet set themselves upon her velvet flesh nor flaxen hair nor touched her waxen lips with silent kisses except by words that touch her proverbial heart to bring our disparate worlds apart before they conflagrate as one in an unending sphere of flaming passion singeing first the outer shell then deep within to the heart of the matter, her own erotic soul. Long vacant gaps fill hours deep with consternation, lo, fully filled with folly, doubt that what deeply still alive within can burst its seams to fly without tight bonds to chain one dearly loved from hence becoming lost lone one without desire, one flame erupting from a single spark, one flicker of her willingness to burn within the hearth of his unharnessed love afire. “That love again,” he wonders at this tsunami flood of urgency crunching in his aching loins while she awaits expectantly for nothing new. “That love again.” she mutters at his avalanche of overtures that craved her mind and soul while he awaits the nod: “What shall I do?” Her body? Was it available to him? His body? Would she debase it on a whim? For neither was this paramount at all, for minds must mesh with all their differences with laughter, tears of joy, and sadness, too, to see how much they care before their want becomes they do. The morning call of dulcimer to Dolce meet refrains as morning birds and turtle doves chirp lovingly like sunburst’s heat to make two strangers into eternal loves. Lorenzo 2009 |