Eyes of the devil
Goodbye black hearted woman
The sun may not rise
Olsfred James 2014©
Wednesday 31 December 2014
Hackney
Awake
Surrounded
by the confusion of incomplete thoughts
I’ve
dubbed “The Memoirs of The Discontent”
Ripped
from its backbone and crumbled to a ball.
These
disorganized ideas, hopes and desires
All
smudged together into a heap of garbage…
The pages are
tainted, stained by the bittersweet I have tasted and spewed carelessly
I find myself
battling a troubled mind
Filled with
unanswered questions and regret of the year passed.
…I
pity the mess of it all and pity myself even more.
I blame my mother for bestowing this lack of patience upon
me.
I sometimes wonder what a woman who seemingly ran through
life with her head screwed on backwards
Came to be with my ever so patient and nonchalantly passive
father ever had in common.
I’m rambling…
I do not miss you on most days.
Some days it’s your
fragrance, other days your laugh, your lips and even your touch but not… you.
I doubt that
makes sense
I could never
have had my fix and deep down I accept that fact
Yet these social mediums become the place to vent
While it’s users become your shrinks
These motivational speakers leaving comments on their versions
of our events
The Do’s and Don’ts on the next step
Opinions from the ones outside of the box
Outside of the equation of me+you…
I
digress…
My handwriting can't be seen on these pages.
I wish you could see it.
I want you to witness the many alterations in my scribbles
Representing the changes in my mood,
Slashes against the paper when I’m angry
As my mind forces words too quick for deliberation
And everything pours out as my ink soils line after line on
sheets of paper.
I confess, if these words were spoken it would only be
rambles of a madman.
Yet, I want you to see the changes in my scribbles and the delicacy
in expressing how I feel about you.
My letters, are… much more pronounced each time I write
"I Love You"...
Each time I begin lettering your name…
I want you to witness the errors within my words and the
grammatical flaws...
I am aware of the imperfection in expressing myself
I press forward to have you understand…
All this because I want you...
To understand that is...
I need you to understand…
I love you beyond the measure of space and time…
Olsfred James 2014©
Sin-Eater
Release
to me
All
of your fears
The
fabrication of reasons
Why
there are bumps in the nights
While
the cold night chills your spine
Why
the air seems to stall
Drowning
you on your last breath
Why
time lingers
Trapping
you in thought
Expiration
of time until you implode
When
all that is becomes what was.
Let
me absolve you
Relinquish
you from
This
hell you’ve created for yourself
I’ll
pay my penance
With
good deeds in your name
Consume
your guilt
And
they will become me.
As
I call them my own
I’ll
take your pain away
Cradle
you as a child
Protect
you from the darkness
Shield
you from the lies
Falling
from the tips of thoughtless lips
Yet
without a word
I
will become your enemy
No
deliberation or justification necessary.
Release
to me
All
of your hate
All
of your anger
All
of your sins
All
of your fears
Until
them and I too become, evanesce.
Olsfred James 2014©
#NaughtyNotNice
The bullets whizzing past my ear collide into the wall behind me. “That was close” I think to myself.
All I wanted for Christmas was to see Santa Claus on the
street late one night, knock his ass over and steal his big red bag. Yet here I
am, stuck between a rock and custom modified AR15 refitted for 4 of the meanest
looking… toddlers, ever.
I didn't really expect much from half pint, forever jolly
elves whose only ambition in life was to do the big guy’s bidding while hopping
around singing carols. This was the happiest sweatshop workers I had ever seen.
They should be on my side if you’d ask me. Nevertheless, the smiles had faded
long ago with the signal of my
intrusion.
There was no time to waste; the longer I stayed here the
more of these little runts would trap me in. Wait for it… Wait for it… As
expected, their bullets couldn't last forever. I used the split second between
their reload to unleash hell upon them. 3 shots; 3 bodies. I hopped over the center
table kicking the last of them in the face. His green blood decorated the
floorboard as I squeezed the trigger. Sorry Frodo but today is not your day.
All quiet. If my directions were right I would have just
a few more doors down the hallway before reaching my pot of gold. This place
was like both a museum, with its many artifacts most plastered in gold and an
amusement park any kid would die to see.
The sound of marching feet echo through the halls. I take
cover behind the first statue I could find. Counting each passing footfall, I
estimated about twice the sum of my previous battle. I could take them, crack a
few skulls, slit a few throats all without the use of “Matilda” but I need to
be wise about the fights I initiate especially when my whereabouts are unknown.
I use the adrenaline to focus on the task at hand.
Rolling and ducking behind the many choices of statues and display cases. Then
there it was… just as Manny described, except, the door was open and there were
no guards. This place was a maze with more traps than King Tut’s tomb yet, there
it was, unguarded and ready for the taking. Got to be a trap, must be a trap.
I brace for takeoff and began running across the hall, dropped
to my knee pads and slid into the room, arms apart with Matilda ready to hello.
Then the thought hit me as I found myself flying across the room from a kick to
the rib… Why have guards when they got him; old St. Nick!
I coughed a draught of blood. Yup, something was
definitely broken inside. The pain was intense yet as he towered above me while
I could not help but wonder… “How does his big ass get into my house?”
“That’s enough theatricals.” He said in an old and raspy
voice, like Edmund Gwen from the 1955 Miracle On 34th Street movie but… deeper.
“I know why you’re
here but if you want it you will have to go through me. I have retired the
elves. It’s only you and me”
I laughed at the thought of fighting his big ass.
“Well Nicky, that’s the thing… it’s not just you and me. Meet
Matilda!” I managed to say before squeezing a few rounds in his direction.
“Holy shit he’s fast” I thought. Surprised at the speed he dodged my shots.
Click! Click! Click! I ran for cover behind a column. “Fuck”
It seems all my ammo went flying the same time I did. I could see a lonely
cartridge laying in the middle of the massive room. Just to get ov….
A loud cracking sound and the tumble of rubble forced me
from my hiding place. Nicky had just punched a hole in the column aimed at my
head.
“A few inches to the left and your head would have gone
flying boy!” he said while laughing. The only thing missing from that laugh was
maybe some thunder and lightning back ground effects and his famous “Ho Ho Ho”...
never knew St. Nick was this cynical.
He had no weapons, should he attack it would be close
range. If I wanted to that cartridge I would have to face him. Let’s do this
old man. I jumped at him with everything I had and caught him off guard. With a
devious smile on his face saying “About time you put those toys away.”
Blow for blow we fought each hit forcing both closer to unconsciousness.
From the ground up I managed to land an uppercut. He staggered back and dived
for the ammo. He launched at me with another huge boot coming my way. I dodged
and shot him in the leg and back as he flew by.
“Sneaky boy.” He exclaimed, standing at full height, ripping
off his shirt. “You think your pebble shots could ever harm me?” The bullets protruded
out of the wounds they created then dropped to the floor.
Then there it was again, that cynical laugh of his. His
eyes began to glow a demonic red spreading his feet apart bracing for an
unknown attack in my direction.
The sound of a bell chiming echoed the hallways. St. Nick’s face wore a sight of unbelief and
shock as he ran off towards his big red sack, then making his way to the
staircase at the back of the room.
I chased him, ran him down through winding stairs then
another narrow hallway. I was surprised I managed to keep up; the wounds he
sustained may not have fully healed. The clock made its twelfth and final chime;
Old Nicky was off to a late start. Oddly this made me smile made me feel
accomplished in a sort of way.
He burst through a door at the end of the hallway. I
followed him in full pursuit guns blazing as I stepped unto the landing. Two
shots connected yet he didn't stop. Adamant on his escape with one hand unto
the ledge Old St Nick jumped off the roof.
“What the…” I said as I came to a stop at the edge to see
Rudolph was already waiting to catch Nick mid fall. I stood there watching as
he flew away on his red sleigh thinking “Fuck. Does this mean I’m on the lifetime naughty list?”
Tuesday 30 December 2014
Temptress
It came as a whisper
Talking in tongues
Brushed against me
Brought magic from the wand
Steer from a goddess
7 5 sprung
Discovered like Columbus
Inhabited like Taiwan
2, 3 pairs before me
Drowning in promiscuity
Detained without question
Aloof to my discretion
By any means it seems
Their needs exceed my pleads
So I surrender
Giving in to the acts they render
No, overcome her, deliver her
The subliminal criminal acting only to meet her needs
The takes pleasure, taking over the vicious deeds
Now she is soon relived
It’s my time to concur the imaginations creed
Whips, chains, filthy names
Sweat drains, pulsing veins
Hands bound, thirst drowned
I marvel at my work
A king is crowned
Slaps, taps, crawling between cracks
Toes crossed and body lapsed
Moans erect, torn breath
Generations at work
A prince’s birth
From the windows to the wall
From the bed we fall
Burchardi recall
Out of the rubble we crawl.
Olsfred
James & Mikhail Simmons 2013©
Monday 29 December 2014
Extract pt2
I’m
embarrassed
She
blushes
Yet
we both smile.
The
awkwardness of the outcome
Does
well to dispel my failed attempt at a kiss
Yet
does nothing to comfort the throbbing of our foreheads where they collided.
The
sunlight rests softly against her delicate skin
Her
gentle smile mirrors the beauty of our day.
We
had walked some ways off
Unexpectedly
yet knowingly “away” from earshot and disturbance.
Making
our way to a rundown jetti
The
surroundings reminded me of a scene from the Blue Lagoon.
The
entrance was encased by the lush island life
The
harsh squawking of seagulls could be heard just up the coastline.
Coconut
trees dangling overhead shaded us from the afternoon sun.
I
could stay right here and get lost in this moment with her.
She
dared me to walk out to the water then unto the jetti
I
did not plan on getting wet but the eagerness in her eyes stoked my
spontaneity.
I
shuddered from the cool water rushing at my feet but that did not faze me
A
few steps out I thwacked over hanging trees and vines from my way
Then
there it was - I stumbled a bit but managed to climb atop the wooden structure
After
ensuring my seat was properly supported I called out to her
Who
had already begun her decent into the water.
Unlike
me, she dived right into the shallow sea
Fully
soaked and wore an even brighter smile on her face
She
propped herself next to me
I
drooled at her carefree attitude.
Maybe
it was a trance created by the day
The
beauty of nature and the girl before me
But
I had too; the moment she looked into my eyes I had too
In
a split second I had imagined caressing her skin
Trailing
my fingers through her hair
Tasting
her lips as her lips tasted mine
But
maybe I did not think it through properly
By
the time I knew it we had already bumped heads
And
the romance novel had been wiped from memory
Now
all that was left was a throbbing pain and a bruised ego.
She
hadn't mind though
Didn't seem fazed by the pain nor by my unwarranted attempt
She
only smiled
Then
giggled
Threw
her head back and soaked in the day
I
was in awe and lost in a gaze as I wanted her from my perch.
“Can
I tell you a secret?”
My
ears perk up. Taken aback by her willingness to share
A
secret.
One
of those events, ideas or thoughts that no one else knows
These
confidential matters only known by the initiated few
“Su...
Sure…”
I
awaited the weight of what she was about to share
“Well…
I hate volleyball”
I
exhaled a sigh of relief. Not as heavy a weight as I feared.
“Why
though? You seem to be really good at it.”
For
a moment she paused. As if a quick answer would lead to a half truth
Something
said without much thought and you reluctantly go along with it
Then
with a bewildered expression she responds…
“Honestly…
I don’t know."
This
girl before me... This girl, Brianne... This girl was some kind of special.
Olsfred James 2014©
Sunday 2 November 2014
Nicola pt.5
It’s
dark outside.
My
joints stiffen.
I
flex my fingers to relieve the tension
These
chronic pains get worse at night
The nights seem
intentionally colder
The
stars are shrouded by the cloud filled skies
With
every color tainted with shades of grey
The
rain pouring down can be heard thumping my rooftop
Pita
Pata
Pita
Pata
Conversation seems flaccid
Unnatural and awkwardly forced
But it been a while and I shouldn't be impatient.
It’s impractical to think that we would forget
Forget everything that has happened to suddenly be back to
normal.
Words are meager things
Frail and fickle
Squandered by the privileged tongue
Without proof - Without regard
Seldom without doubt
Alas! For what is the weight of words without action?
But a thoughtless contradiction
Just as feelings are a mental state
Easily removed as they came to be
But emotions, emotions are deep
They are apart of your being
The core of your expression
Emotion drives passion
Fuels it
That
what we remember is usually altered by our emotions
Emotions
and other thoughts at that time
Yet
I remain certain than ever that what I remember is real
Maybe
I fell in love with an idea
Still
stuck in testing phase
Possibly
latched onto a memory
In
turn forgetting much of what transpired.
Yet
here we are again Nicola
After
months without a word
Here
we are again. Whatever shall we do?
Olsfred
James 2014©
Prom
Eyes to the floor as she steps into the room.
She had found her insecurities here
No longer dormant or masked behind smiles.
The certainty in their discussion had forsaken her
Abandoning trust to a conflict of emotions.
His forehead resting on her temple
With his hands against her shoulder directing the way
As the door behind them closes.
A kiss to the neck simultaneously unzipping her dress…
She remembers seeing it for the first time
Venturing to the city on the off chance she would have
accepted Andrew’s offer
Trying a few stores recommended by her mother
Failing at each, either for being too expensive
Or just simply not her type
Then there it was, on display at Mrs. Gordon’s store
Swamped amongst the other options yet she saw it only.
A Sheath.
She imagined the white slim dress hugging her budding
curves
Imagined the sleek fabric outlining the silhouette of her
body
It was perfect for her tall, thin figure.
She did not wear a bra with her outfit
Nothing quite completed it the way she thought
But with the extra padding at the bust it did well to
conceal her nipples
It pleased him to know she did not have one on
Moving his kisses away from her neck
Down the plains of her back until meeting the zippers end
His hands running along her arms raised goosebumps on her
skin
“Are you okay” he asks.
“Yes I’m okay. Was thinking is all”
“You sure you still want to do this?”
Looking back at her reflection she managed a smile
She had passed her dress every day since eying it, making
sure it was still available
While she saved the pay she received from babysitting,
with hopes of buying it
She knew nothing of babies; being the only child to two
only children
Would say “No” whenever asked about having any of her own
Yet she had suffered through the experiences of having to
wash vomit from her school’s uniform
The stench of defecation and the ear piercing screams
From a baby who was not accustom to her feeble and
inexperienced attempts at comfort
All in effort to one day be in this position
He steps into view - Her eyes focus once more
Looking him in his face
She smiles. Touches him lightly against the cheek.
Reaches in then softly kisses his lips
He steps forward
She steps back
Until her legs collide with the bed
Stumbling as she falls into a seated position.
He removes his shirt
Then turns music on from the room’s stereo
The music from downstairs could still be heard.
The bass from the speakers rattled the hotel windows
upstairs.
The school got the venue free of charge from Andrew’s dad
to host the reception
Which to most seemed like more than a fair exchange for
not expelling him.
A week before finals Andrew sort it best to play Lacoste
in the lab
His way of venting from losing the last game of the
season
His family was the richest in our town and Andrew always
seemed to get his way because of it
But she was not present that day, so most of what she
heard were tales from the grapevine
It was her final Friday being occupied with Babysitting
duties
Then she would have ventured into town early that
following Saturday
To give the dress of her dreams a new home – hers
He removes her heels and kissed at her feet
Slowly yet aggressively moving up her legs
Folding her dress with every new inch of her body he
conquers
She grapples at his head
“Oh my god. Please wait” she mutters
He determines she wants him and tosses her hands aside
His hands rush between her legs and feels at her thong
She gasps, unsure that the spasm she felt was utter fright
or her body’s reaction to his touch.
“No wait. Please…” she begins
The air is knocked out of her as he punches her in the
stomach
Then rips the unzipped portion of her top down.
The Saturday she got her dress, she had never felt that
level of excitement ever before
She first tried it on in her mother’s presence, both
admiring its flow and how it fell at her feet
Then with her glowing approval she went off to her room
Spent hours parading herself in front of the mirror, with
then without accessories
Waving her hands as would a queen before her supporters
Only to be summoned to reality by Andrew’s phone call
Maybe it had been a sign that he would call while she
daydreamed in her dress
But she knew she wanted to wear it to prom and said yes
to his near hundredth appeal to be his date
“I’m no longer begging. I take what I want!” He
exclaimed.
She cried from the pain and the fright of what had
happened
She clenched at the remains of her top, attempting to
cover her breast
Kicking and screaming at him to get off of her
Kicking and screaming at him to stop.
In an instant Andrew had become someone else
Tossing her unto her stomach and forced himself into her
She wailed at the ordeal
Her tears seeped into the cracks of the bed
That did not stop him
Lunging himself deeper into her
Groaning from his efforts
A hand to the back of her neck
While another pinned her arm to the bed
Until finally, it was over…
Without a word he pulled his limp self out of her
Without a word he walked out of the room slamming the
door behind him
She could not believe what had happened
Curling herself into a ball
On then realizing her dress was drenched with blood
She had the perfect dress
Worked hard and bought this as her personal award
She thought she had the perfect date
To her this night was to be special
But to him she was just another conquest.
Olsfred
James 2014©
Destination
“..And
let us not forget the sacrifices made…”
Waves
of the onlookers become a facade
Slightly
bewildered
I
awake from my sedation
Strapped
in a tin can
Fortified
for my protection
The
countdown ticks away
Staring
back at my reflection
Everything
is doubled
Repeated
blinks focus my displaced vision
Thanks
to my helmet
The
shape of the sun rests calmly in view
I sit,
awaiting my departure
Accompanied
only by the dull orangey hue
“…This
is man’s last hope for survival…”
Words
never more true
Not
even a monkey to complete this crew
The
flickering lights from the center console
I
remember being instructed not to touch
“…Everything
will be on Auto-Pilot...
Just
to be certain nothing gets botched.”
Too
late to turn back now
My
journey into the unknown had begun
My
engines had already ignited
Ready
to drop all non-winged capsules but this one
I
imagine my escape from Earth’s atmosphere
Being consumed
by the vast emptiness of space
Drifting
beyond and towards the stars
Away from
home but the final stop for the human race
The
shuttle rattles and I half expect the core to shatter
I grip
the armrest with all my force
Expelling
all fears in the form of profanity
As I
focus on the mission to stay the course
With
the mission specialist screeching in over the intercom
“James,
There Seems… A Prob… Please….. Stop…”
While
a peculiar odor faint yet noticeable
Creeps
into my suit on 3… 2… 1… Blast Off!
Monday 28 July 2014
Shadows 2
This is the continuation to a previous post back in... wow... 2012. You can refresh your memory (as I did) by clicking here.
She stands at
the doorway of the study, spying on her father. Hastily, he trashes about the
small room rummaging through the books and sheets of paper that once filled the
now emptied shelves and drawers lying on the floor. Piles of paper are heaped into
the fire place. He rips pages from his notebook and tosses the bits along with
their remains to the flames. She had never seen her father like this before
however she was not afraid of him, only curious to why this forever loving and
jovial guardian was disturbed.
Earlier, she
had eavesdropped on her parents discussing the need to move from their home.
The only home she knew. Her mother had given birth to her in this house and by
the time she grew into the young lady that she was today, she already knew all
of its secrets. The leaks in the roof her father always planned to fix, the
creaks in the steps and the noise the rusted pipes would make when the heater
was turned on. Though she could not fully hear what was being said - as they
spoke, her father’s face was pale and he trembled uncontrollably. She saw the
fright on her mother’s face and without question, agreed to her husband’s
request then immediately began packing.
As she stands
there, her eyes are pinned on him but he does not acknowledge her presence. The
fire place is lit and his slender figure looks much robust being cast on the
walls. On the mantle the only remaining figment still in its original place is a
photo of her mother. For a moment he pauses at the picture, reliving the memory
from that day. He strikes a fist against the wall.
She runs to
him.
“Daddy” she
says, and before he realizes she has already wrapped her arms around his legs.
“It’s going
to be okay darling” he responds sensing the worry in her voice.
“What are you
doing?”
“Nothing
dear. Daddy needs to get rid of a few things but I promise I will tidy up.
Would you like to help?” She manages to smile, accepting her father’s words.
“Yes I would”
“Great. I
seem to have misplaced the scissor. Would you be a dear to go ask your mom for
the other?”
“Sure daddy.”
She responds, already scampering out of the office.
“…and no
running through the hall.”
As she makes
her way down the hallway the sound of a glass shattering ricochets off the
halls from the study. Her frightened scream is silenced by her mother’s hands
now over her mouth. She’s pulled into the nearby closet. The fear of the unknown
sends chills down her back.
“Mhairi…” her
mother whispers, “I need you to listen to me okay?”
Frozen in
silence, listening to the footsteps coming down the hall, she does not answer.
“Mhairi!’ her
mother repeats sternly.
She looks up
for a moment to respond “Ye.. yes mother”
“I need you
to stay in here. No matter what you hear do not come out. You understand?”
“Are we being
robbed mommy? Who are the men in the house?” she asked, dismissing the request
from her mother.
“That is not
important right now. I need you to promise me that you will stay in this room
okay?”
As uneasy as
the request was, she agrees. Then with a kiss on her forehead - as she would
get every night before bed - she watched her mother walk out the door. Again,
her curiosity got the best of her and followed her mother without her
knowledge.
She could
hear her father speaking to the men. This was not a robbery as he seemed to
know who they were and why they were there. She saw her mother enter the room
and a shriek followed. She hesitated for a moment, worried that she would be
grabbed just like her mother if she got to close. Yet she needed to know what
was going on.
Through the
crack in the door her father was surrounded by masked men while her mother was
seated with a gun pointed to her head. Mhairi gasped at the sight of the peril.
“You know why
we are here doctor” One of the men seemingly in command said. He was the only
person without a mask but his head was held down while his top hat covered his
face.
“You are wasting
your time, I do not know what you are speaking of” the doctor managed to respond. With
his unfavourable response one of the men punches him in the face. A thick stream
of blood ran down his nose.
“Now… I am not here to torture or scare so I will
make this very simple for you.” The man in the top hat began, “I will count to
3 and if you do provide me with what I seek, your wife dies.”
“Please… I'm begging you... leave her out of this”
“1”
“Ava… I'm sorry” her father said, looking at her teary eyed mother.
“2”
“Ava. I love…”
“3”
The sound of
the gunshot was not loud yet the sound of her mother’s fragile body hitting the
floor sank her heart. She could not scream, her mouth opened but nothing came
out. She paces backwards from the doorway, visions of her mother’s limp body
flashes through her mind as she silently sobbed silently to herself. Her father
cries violently from the top of his lungs after witnessing the death of his
wife before his eyes. In a violent rage he shoves one of his captors
simultaneously disarming him of his weapon then pointing it to the man in the
top hat.
“Don’t
be stupid doctor; you know I cannot be harmed.” The man advised. Without a word,
her father with a last look at his now dead wife lying in a pool of her own
blood, turned the gun on himself and pulled the trigger. The picture of his wife hanging on the wall was splattered
with blood and brain fragments.
The shock could
not be contained this time around as Mhairi screamed for her father. The man in
the top hat looked in her direction, his eyes glowed an unearthly red colour as
he shouted to the other men...
“Kill her!”
.......to be continued again........... maybe....
Olsfred James 2014©
Alone
Imagine…
Waking up one day to…
Nothing
No birds chirping
No voices piercing through the radio
No vehicles with horns blowing
No footsteps busily going along their way
Empty streets…
I would imagine the initial feeling of doubt…
As the despair of being alone creeps
The hopelessness…
No longer surrounded by the confusion of the world
Trying to make sense of it all
Would you scream?
Shout a name or two in hopes of an answer?
Take to the streets to validate what you already knew?
That you are alone in this world
Would the thought of this cursed immortality break you?
Living your days… Alone.
Imagine that.
Think over it a moment.
Let it sink in.
Olsfred James 2014©
Thursday 17 July 2014
Ripper
Here we are you and I
Trapped together in a war of
wits
Who will be the first to falter?
Who will be the first to quit?
The first to fall, to admit
defeat
You are my pray and… I?
I am your hunter
A killer? By all means, “The
Ripper” of course
Reveal my name if you survive
Scream it until your lungs are
hoarse
Surgical insertions examining
your mind
These traumas are self-inflicted
Reworking the electrodes I
find
Never initially I thought
Revealing my weapon was your
kryptonite
Slashing my way into history
A
hostile takeover before your very sight.
Yet here I stand with my
scalpel in hand
As you persistently press
forward
Searching for the meaning,
Striving to understand
Your eyes bleed with anxiety,
Damage impossible to mend
As I leave you begging for
help,
Gasping for a breath before
meeting your end.
Olsfred James 2014©
Wednesday 16 July 2014
Canvas
He sketches
She watches on
Poised and still
As a rose in the summer sun
Disciplined an unforgiving in her disposition
Blooming to perfection.
Swiftly across his once blank canvas
Inch by inch
Frame by frame
Her charcoaled figure is brought to life
Her radiance is captivating
The sensuality in her curves
Effortlessly captured in his portrait.
She is comfortable in her skin
And he is comfortable with her nudity
Intuitive to her beauty within.
Her hands coiled above her head
Wrapped around the pole at the stage middle
Her back - arched
Her legs - apart
She teases with a smile
Enticing and summoning
Suggestive to the need for embrace
He smiles back
His concentration is stretched thin
Between the reality and his creation before him
His fingers replicate the trails of his eyes
Detailing the outline of his subject.
Both astute to the tension in the air
Both astute to the tension in the air
Yet the reminder of why they could not be
Rested neatly only a few feet away on the cabinet
Diamond studded engraved, “Forever”
Revealing her kaleidoscopic reflection
Taunting her decision to step down from her resting place
Restricting his urge to put away his tools.
This was their final session together
The last meeting of their private rendezvous
She would return to the confinement of her life
And he, to the world that awaiting his gift
Saddening was the thought
Only to be together amongst the scribbles of his page.
Olsfred James 2014©
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