The U Turn 00:10
Continuation
Subtitle: She Opens the Pact
I think we should agree, invisibly as a Sign of the Cross made in the darkest of cover, that the two of us should never ever meet.
We have passed the point of mere pleasantries and token remembrances.
If it should happen, that our eyes should make contact, body to body, know that I would reach for your hand... take it in mine and press it with all seriousness to my unpainted lips.
Such well-worn and calloused hands as these!!!
And you, not to be outdone, with utmost tenderness, would unfurl the fronds of my right palm ceremoniously like a fern, and kiss each fingertip ...clasping my left hand to your beating heart, so that we both could feel it; quivering.
In absolute silence.
The channels of tainted adoration that would course between us, might make us laugh hauntingly out loud at the unreality, at the bitter irony, if you chose to wink and test my gravity. But even if we surrendered momentarily to something so ordinary, as a shared casualty, the inexplicable longing for something other altogether would cut us both, painfully, in ways we would adamantly swear that we would never hurt anyone!!! But for ourselves, I mean for each other, we will retain double measure.
Artists each holding up the tools of their trade.
Flippant as it sounds, if you could I suspect you really would kiss my ass, as the third man to have done so... for me a strange, humbling, and solemn gesture, conveying the strongest sentiments a man can possibly convey. Of interest, of an interest and fascination that I have for you as well.
And as for myself...
...I want you to hold this small whittled figure. If you would dare break your own code of honor, your deprecatory spirit, you'd delight at how much like light and nothing this body feels against your own stalwartness, turning inward and out in all the anticipated curves and spheres. Igniting every nerve in your hardened being. The round tight cheeky bottom, the unharnessed breasts with nipples that point right to you like arrows... And to breathless surprise I would welcome your touch, guiding each earnest but hesitant caress and exploration of your heart's desire, until we are fitted like latch key, at the eyes, at the lips ...yours ...mine.
Legs like vines wrapping around, and hands kneading into these arms that would if they could hold us forever in this pulsating moment, to a warm rhythmic moaning like no one else could bring ...till I whisper your name, your First name...
And in a panic, you, you would let me go...
I'm so sorry...!! ...dropping me like a stone into water.
...my fists pounding your chest, because you were supposed to own me this time around. But never mind. Never mind, I am already marked as yours.
Your glance withdrawing slowly from these clouded pools of a wanting.. . fuck! you know this was the chance we will never have. I'll take then what I can get of you, in whatever ephemeral way. A hidden pleasure that I believe you also will understand.