Chapter Four.......A CRC Write #67

" A woman's whole life is a history of the affections."


Chapter four......

for ever and never
right now and eventually
someone I haven't met
is out there..wondering...what it would be like
to meet someone like me
The scene opens amidst icicled branches of fate
playing the opening monologue  
with me thinking...in profligacy as this idoneous day thaws
developing my rebellious conciliatory tastes
for partially and fully impacting my senses
as I don my dignity overrated.....while freedom...
freedom is just another word I use
when I have nothing else to lose
So I use this time wisely
as across the room
enter.....my co-star into my bonny zoom
Allow me, if you could, to give you a standing ovation,
as I engage your mind in altruistic novation
while my mind listens to your thoughts--
thoughts sought, and caught behind the fog
of fearless fate
as words of desire which might escape...
drape my a la mode plate
Let them be...
for they are safe and sound,
painted contiguously into my reality


"Let men tremble to win the hand of woman,
unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart."


Let me walk right up to your aura,
touch it....and feel our beings shake blushingly
leaving imprints of me throughout you
soloing into your heart intimately
a duet of sensual birr fanning passion's embers
nefariously
If you need to....just let go and trust me,
consider this a neoteric game
that both of us will remember
anamnesisly

[Lights, camera, action]
I am compelled within my soul
to toil long....without any desinence,
choosing not to count the tortured nights in angst
and paregmenonic frustration
with over-enthusiastic hands stranded over and in parts of me,
touching me in hotchpotch
while wanting you
waiting for you
bating you
and needing to touch you
every minute of every day
became a deuced outrance

[cut]
Waiting in remora has brought me here
clinging to the core....waiting for that someday nevermore
with the embodiment of heart-head balanced zeal
seeking to decipher the language of the souls we heal
by letting go of resistance blinding and shedding light on ourselves
at a distance

Here I am...right here looking for the right words to say
See me releasing and welcoming loving comfort
and a buffet of sensual innuendos on display
All my intentions are set in stone...attempting to dress you
so you will never lack esteem or a loving home
from without.....from within
Waiting to lay my body on yours
so we can complete
chapter four









jak(2/2/12)