The Birth of Calasandra
By Peter Scott
Paradoxically we sit here again
Proving their shock an apparition
Why did they flee
Could you believe we are alone again
Gazing afar
But just for a moment
Throwing caution to the wind
My arm outstretches in a rake
Drawing you close and
Making me think
Of the last time
I held you so near
What it meant and the consequences overlaid
Your eyes see it too
Darting past mine
In a quick probe of anticipation
I smile back
Although you refuse my intention
Studying the wall
For slight indiscretion
My hands run up your arm
Sliding back to your lap
All the while peering forthright
At your misbehaving silhouette
It agrees to nothing
But denies even less
Leaving me to believe
I am nowhere near rest
Touching you ever so softly
I reach your supple breast
Producing a jump, a rest, and
Curiousity's undenying best
Where once we had dreamed
Now stood perceptions true
Grouping with other shadows
Shading us in thoughts of the past
Reminiscence of the future
I try to speak
Yet my brain refuses
Abdicating dialog
To quiet expressive lust
Finally you turn to stare
Yet I massage and you shiver
We touch lips
And bodies
Never realizing we had sunken into the couch
Lying one on one
Blanketed in relentless joy
Unforgiving and unforgetful
Our expectations dual it out
Vying for dominance with self-image
Social conscience
Experimentation
And a love needing to be expressed
It's like a movie
As my tongue slides down your neck
Our overgarments take leave to rest
Systematically igniting two fires
Giving birth
You realize my body
Is more than bravado
I confirm the harsh reality
Your dress is course to your silken skin
Forcing me to a shudder and pause
Then laying worship with my faithful kiss
Bold and in the moment
The hands of fate
And those I contemplate
Move to separate my quarrelsome belt
Oh, it is me who is shocked
Birthing a dream of the past
Pants of no concealment
Discarded without current inhibitions
Cut in the moment it is not a ³when²
But a ³now²
Ever so sweet it is
The talk put to wait
Your banished film clip gone
Upgraded with reality
I hear you moan
Know I am on the right course
Truly of the scenes
It was never remotely like this
You are accepting of me
I am accepting of you
So we share a deep breath
A last kiss
Joining the fleeting conversations
Once termed
Unattainable bliss.
