From across the glow of this harem, that she's been sharing for far too long there he was, an icy stare that warmed her soul with the force only heaven could send across this universe. Her doom was sealed as soon as he entered her room and that chill burned to ache that wrapped her legs into a torrent that is all pain in pure pleasure. Sure its the treasure she chose to bury forever, but now is never and his hands are the member that keep pace to a rhythm that has made everything sane incredibly strange and perfectly within the realm of Sunday afternoon derelicts, praising God with that poison kiss, it may have been the apple that cast us out, but here is something deeper then Shakespeare,
"Off with that girdle, like heaven’s Zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th’eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime,
Tells me from you, that now it is bed time."
Oh that's the one, John Donne, now it's all come undone and they both in this rapture have captured something worse then sin. Its the purest of love and ecstasy and this can only end in tragedy, but doesn't it feel good this never ending depth, both souls plunging so deep angels must have wept, together they seek what's left of all that's good in this world.
And just as quickly as it had begun the dream was asleep, and here was stark reality, the quiet banality before the storm that would quash the tranquility of his world. Davey wasn't crazy, until the hazy, dusky eyes that had sealed his fate, and then his date with the devil and her quest that would make him the knight in dusty jeans, that he could trade in for clean fortunes that would free him and his heart from their small parts. But the quest was now, here was saint James, not a clown, but funny enough to tear down the scariest of sounds with just the round smile he gives, death is his shrift, and as Davey shifts into the dusty lane a car creeps up behind, and Chamaco in the back seat seems suddenly insane. Snap, screech, chink, he's ready these men won't get away without some steady lead from a hand that speaks for this silent man. Pedal to the metal, there is no screech of sand between rubber, but the band of brothers have to fight and race to win this night and reach that place which is goal to free all their souls. saint James himself ready for the grind, there will be no one left behind, in front or in the wind in the road, this approach won't be easy and stealing from this lot is answered with the shout of gunshot.
Frank knew something had changed, she was not the same, that loving feeling of pain had changed to hate. He could take the disgusted diffidence, he couldn't take the silent insolence he felt from those eyes who were always on fire, but this conflagration was at full force and he felt fear. But worse was his arrogance and pride, the falls of man were all the sand he had left in this land he claimed as his along with the sis that ruled with a poison hidden hand. Even the violent, gentle rapping by hand and sweet nothing of finger to throat could choke any sweet sounds out of his beautiful little mouse, when had she become so strong that even the woman of the house would know something was now wrong. He would find out who and why, he would move heaven and sky to quench this fire, this woman was his desire and no one would ever tell him otherwise, so as quickly as he came he left and she bent, broken in her quiet shame.
But there was no shame here, only fear because of what she holds so dear is in danger, from himself, from the world and wind itself, this fate that is now at hand. She knows that her heart's hate has brought a newborn strength, but freeing herself from this old world may be the rage and that destroys all the characters in this play. Oh where should she take stage, how long should she wait, where is he? Will he come back for me?