Vanilla, Strawberries And Tchaikovsky

"Somethings come between us, my love" she whispered;-
As we laid amongst the stars of our pride,
"Something insidious and solid as bedrock" she murmured;-
While we slept amongst our hypocrisies.
"And somehow, I find I must debate every night we spend,
Curled within our dreamscape."
"Seems our spark has gone, diminished as a romantic's rose"

I devoured it;-
Thought upon it;
"Something about us, too intermittent,
too inter-missionary,

- rekindle this spark!"

And so we shuffled our heart and positions;
"Succumb down to my deepest core" - I exhaled,
And like a voyeur, watched my existence swallowed;
- I wet my lips;

Conversation muffled as she spread her inner-most self,
Choking my words with the sweet musk of her desires;


- catch breath, inhale!

Jaw, like glass,
Too many words stopped at the tip of my tongue.
No arguments, here.

My lapse in time to a rythmic heartbeat,
a thunderous ovation symphony as it crescendos,
. . . Climax!
(Tchaikovsky's 1812, a rapturous moment)
Cannon's fire, once, twice, I lost... count.

H.eartst.op

- catch breath, inhale!

exhale


"God should have stopped time for us," (soft.breath;finale)