The dizzying lights, the intermingle of conversations, The changing constellation of bodies on the dance floor- Evaporated and crystallized in her eyes. Then, the rush of streets, the calm of fields and hill-sides, The song of the sun rising from the horizon and meeting my innocent eyes, the parting of clouds that sully the spring day, The thirsty desert anticipating a drink as a storm looms in the distance and then moves closer- Her unassailable passion for life collided thunderously with my soul as she approached me. Her short-lived breath died on my ear as she whispered words I regretfully no longer remember, Her fingertips caressed my hands that trembled like heavy clouds; She sat on my lap, I was a mountain, A formation of rock carved elegantly and violently by time; eroded by the thrilling power of mesmerizing attraction and unfulfilled desireā¦ My heart was exposed to these extreme forces, without warning or adequate preparation; it twisted and malformed, a piece of rubbish unworthy of a place amongst the clatter of the junk yard.
Days passed, then weeks, My joyless rivers did weep their waves into the deep while she peacefully slumbered somewhere in the city of dreams, unwary of the torturous realignment of the planets, My immeasurable agony the catalyst of this unnatural spectacle, A state of hopelessness also unknown to the solitary faces that passed me by on the half-empty streets, the half-empty will to continue like the sun, rising and falling, dawn until dusk. I shouted her name from the tallest building, My voice carried on the eddies of the wind, away from her. Oblivious to this fact I continued to crow like an aggressive rooster in mating season, The people of the city beneath me objected to my irritating whimpers and I was soon flicked from my lofty perch.
The memory of her smile that night was inescapable, Inextricably linked to my memory like bacon is to eggs, and beer is to kegs, And so I resolved to advance toward her, This time prepared, or so I thought, Wearing thick sunglasses to avoid being blinded by her brightness, A grave underestimation that cost me my sight, But I retained my hearing and lurched into the darkness, following her voice that rose and fell; an arrangement of notes that would never be heard again.
One morning I awoke and the sun failed to christen my room with its golden radiance, a tree had somehow grown overnight at my window, fertilized by the silver luminosity of the moon? Its leaves had tragically shrouded my naked body from the precious sunlight. But months had passed, a consequence of thoughts submerged in one sweet woman, one sweet night, an excruciating romantic fantasy exacerbated by the distance between us, finally came to an end.