Friday, September 24, 2010

As the rain falls...

Making love to you was like wrestling an alligator... we stumbled and tumbled over each other to be the one on top. Making love to you was passion... desire... and lust... you are the oasis in the waste land I have been crawling through... on my belly... on my tattered knees.. Weighed down by the pieces of my shattered dreams in glass jars chained to my heart... the wounds of my past - the pain that drives me to my destiny...

Making love to you has left me broken and tired... you have conquered the valley where the child inside me goes to run wild with wolves and untamed stallions... you have raided the ketch of my dreams like a pirate out of some dark erotic fantasy... you have invaded my mind like the mighty Kahn... come to ravish and devour...

And now... we lay on this bed like two prize fighters too weak to rise before the final bell... we have been beaten down by our lust and our pride... and the screams of an angry mob hungry for blood... and while we lay there in sheets soaked by our lust I watch an army of angels retreat from the battle field... dragging their spears... and shields... and broken wings behind them... gathering their bloodied feathers scattered about along the way back to some lonely cloud that hangs over calm waters somewhere in the South China Sea... and the demons... broken and battered once more... lick their wounds and curse the night as they crawl back under the bed...

The glow from the television paints shadows from CHARADE on the ceiling... and as the rain falls outside you let out a sigh that I inhale... and I surrender everything I am and everything I long to be... to you...

5 comments:

The Gaelic Wife said...

Wow! You never cease to amaze me.

dash deringer said...

That's what she said...

Isabel Martínez Rossy said...

Magnífica la narración y oportuna tu respuesta a Gaelic Wife... ¡¡¡estás en racha, amigo. Las musas están a tu lado!!!

IFM24 said...

I liked it

Chef E said...

*Loud Chuckle*

Dash, this was so fun to read. I am glad that into thirteen years of a relationship you discover the excitement came be approached more like a dance- slow to the touch, and prancing to a wonderful loving brilliant finish. One who never has a water ring after the alcohol glasses have been taken to be washed- for the next course...