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Nothing more than the argument of time versus fear.....
..and for nothing more than this, I burn..
Created on 2004-01-03 14:21:14 (#1773977), last updated 2007-09-09
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Basic Info| Name: | your patient courtesan |
|---|---|
| Location: | Where Spanish Moss Grows, South Carolina, United States |
BioIt's time to let it free,
to be the one
who makes that choice
to have a voice in
some small way..
If I could only
aim to please you,
I could give you pleasure
and I could give you
greatness..
If I could allow myself
and if I could maintain
the passion, the intensity,
the things that still
remain inside..
for all these many years that
you'll forget me.
****************************
In search of willing prey
and some protection from the feeling
of fragility,
he'd set out to lose himself in the wreck of the evening.
In the depths of poorly lit holding pens
for inexpensive loveliness.
The transparent image of false youth
worn like veils of mourning.
And,
despite the common lie of all these drunks
and hedonists,
they were all in mourning.
They mourned for innocence and its loss...
for the well-earned pain
which clung to their made-up faces
with even greater strength than the hideous palette of colors
they'd chosen to adorn themselves.
Staining, dark and unnatural shades, which had been so carefully applied
only hours before.
He'd pushed past the ruffles and frills
of these harlots and dancing harlequins.
He felt suffocated
by the heavy layers
of perfume, smoke, innuendo and stifling desperation.
Almost heading back into
the emptiness of night outside,
he looked forward with clear eyes
into the crowd of solitary hunters,
absorbed in their tangled, all-encompassing embrace.
She looked into his eyes.
Her own stare was clear,
and beautiful.
Made him wonder why she was here,
instead of home
with someone nice and normal.
Before he could begin or deny
any positive reaction,
somehow she had levitated..
and was standing there before him.
No crumpled, useless words were left
to place upon his tongue.
Conversation was pointless,
and an obvious waste of time.
to be the one
who makes that choice
to have a voice in
some small way..
If I could only
aim to please you,
I could give you pleasure
and I could give you
greatness..
If I could allow myself
and if I could maintain
the passion, the intensity,
the things that still
remain inside..
for all these many years that
you'll forget me.
****************************
In search of willing prey
and some protection from the feeling
of fragility,
he'd set out to lose himself in the wreck of the evening.
In the depths of poorly lit holding pens
for inexpensive loveliness.
The transparent image of false youth
worn like veils of mourning.
And,
despite the common lie of all these drunks
and hedonists,
they were all in mourning.
They mourned for innocence and its loss...
for the well-earned pain
which clung to their made-up faces
with even greater strength than the hideous palette of colors
they'd chosen to adorn themselves.
Staining, dark and unnatural shades, which had been so carefully applied
only hours before.
He'd pushed past the ruffles and frills
of these harlots and dancing harlequins.
He felt suffocated
by the heavy layers
of perfume, smoke, innuendo and stifling desperation.
Almost heading back into
the emptiness of night outside,
he looked forward with clear eyes
into the crowd of solitary hunters,
absorbed in their tangled, all-encompassing embrace.
She looked into his eyes.
Her own stare was clear,
and beautiful.
Made him wonder why she was here,
instead of home
with someone nice and normal.
Before he could begin or deny
any positive reaction,
somehow she had levitated..
and was standing there before him.
No crumpled, useless words were left
to place upon his tongue.
Conversation was pointless,
and an obvious waste of time.
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