In the beginning there was nothing. Later on a light allowed the sighting of something not quite recognizable. Hoping to find a clue to our presence in this dilemma we approached with caution. The light seemed to change its texture as we crossed a level plane of existence. This was causing an existential mist to shroud our judgment, no matter, we continued to approach the what was nothingness with a great desire for resolve. The truth will prevail and all else will fail. What a strange thought to bounce off my frontal lobe and yes, I do think we should be holding hands. On the second day, with nothing but a deep desire, the twinkle of a star fading into dawn aroused new hope and once again I reached for your hand. Questioning the past events shallowly and with a quick glance at your breasts, the thirst for adventure arose once more. Only if we stick together will this experience enter the realm of believability. Maybe then we can explain this primordial ooze without doubt encasing our beings. Again I think it will all be OK when the light stops changing. Again I look at your breasts, this time a twinge goes through my loins, I can taste that ever so pleasant lust, not long ago we shared, “What’s that? You want to go back.. ? , but we just got here! and don’t really know where we were to be able to go back anyway.” Looking around with a positive inquisitiveness, I feel compelled to say, “Maybe we can get some bearings from over there.”, I hear, “You see that stuff too? ”, then glance past your sensuously beautiful lips, across the smooth expanse of soft facial flesh and into that captivating pool of emanating love, smiling from your eyes. Your eyes are always smiling at me, so I smile oh so contentedly, with shyness coming naturally, in your presence I softly speak, that simple submissive word, “Yes.” We move on...Yes! In another time with another rhyme what once was sublime turns to love. In another place with another pace what once was disgrace turns to love In another story with another, sorry! what once was gory turns to love. So here we are a standing alone together facing all the changeable weather and hoping for that big kick 6/49, a really fine time in your mind lucky 7 and a trip to heaven oh, the fantasies oh the wild nights a calling falling into reality with a thirst for change I wash my brain with cleansing creativity hope to reach a plane of objectivity shutter at the insane negativity of the general public all around kiss the ground after my flight bite the bullet and write.
Copyright © 1997 ThorbArt
Last revised: Jan.20th, 1998
Sincerely:Douglas J. Thorburn
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