Where was daylight when the drifting snow settled like the smoke of ethereal ancient ghosts? Where was this world in the geographic mapquest of intersecting lines? Where was the lake whose waters misted into angel tears?
He frequently let the concept of fate interfere with the cool fluid motions of music that defined his existence, let the roadblock sensations appear like the hazards of ennui, let the philosophical arguments of subconscious motivation dominate the movement of the seasons.
He first sensed her in his childhood, the fragrance of pure woman he inhaled while passing his face past the neck of innocent female presence, becoming the scent he pursued across decades.
He first sensed her in his childhood, the touch of delicate skin accidently brushed in brief random encounter.
He first sensed her in his childhood, the flow and ebb of dance that was the primal activity, the essence of the waved hand, the fingers that passed lightly over his cheek.
To him she was the archetype of sensuality, a precious life force that defied the decay and renewal that dominated the elements rippling like stone circles in the calm waters.
They had met again after many years, a cycle and a time. Met in the déjà vu of café life. Met at the beginning.
He leaned across to breathe in her scent memory, to feel his mind rush with the overindulgence of images.
Her beauty hadn’t seen a passing day, as if the clock hands had ticked in opposite directions, as if she had found rejuvenation in the lost years, as if she had paused during his barren desolate search for words only to fulfill him with this wordless smile.
The lyrical wonder of her laughter cleansed the air around them, as if the basics of chemistry and physics were altered in order to create an organic silence.
They sipped dark coffee for an indefinite evening, spoke of wonders and the lay lines that circled the globe only to find their way back to the neighborhoods that surrounded the names they could enumerate.
They sipped dark coffee holding the scenes of crowded banality at a distance, holding the interruptions at the intersections where the signals turned red.
They sipped dark coffee and felt the presence, the present, the immediacy, the balance.
As they exited into the dark city pavement of idled cars and litter he drew her to himself, kissed her with unadulterated intensity, the consummate point of his lifetime’s desire.
He wanted her to wrap her arms around his neck like Renaissance marble.
He wanted her tears to disperse like mist rising above a lake.
He wanted her body to tremble at his touch.
He wanted to hear her call his name.
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