~***Something i wrote some time ago.. Sounds - BY Isabelle Meiring ::: And so it is, Just as I never imagined it to be. Hearing the distant laughter of the slightly drunken innocence of a happily alive girl, maybe the silence of the towns streets after the dead men have hung up their bottles and needles, the cars seizing to swim through crooked streets, a breath or two in sincere peaceful contentment, or maybe the beeping of the computer rebooting itself, the shocking second of utter stillness after the movie or playlist ends while you were safe in your slumber. I may hear the car alarm arm itself, anticipating the slamming of a car door and the heavenly sound of footsteps making their way to the door, just a few moments after five oclock. The right knock I wait for. Yours. The unscrewing of the lid off a glass bottle, as the day steals itself away - the most beautiful sunset, I hear your smile over the ice. The roaring ocean in her embrace - weak and strong - slow and fast - altogether calming, cold and warm. A snicker and the inhalation, in absolute joy - your laughter at serious states and simple sights. The glistening light within the girls eyes - gazing only near, but deep beyond and below - further than the eye could see or voice could say. A gentle girl, weak, true, strong and delicate. Harmful. The flinter of the flames of candles burning during an unintentional attempt at home. Weve been here for a thousand years. The widening of lips over the sweetest mouth, smiling in the dark - invisible, ever clear. The crackling of a bicycles wheels roaming the streets at midnight - while here a man and woman lie peacefully - out of breath - the cigarettes coal popping in the dark between mosquitoes. Colloquial, but exquisite. Melodic fingers over slender strings in the dim lights - stirring, growing, flowing. A humming angels voice in the distance of the strong arms which play through the waves of silence and feeling. The unmistakable agreement of two faces to one another in love - barely lit - this is it. The creek of wood as the footsteps run over gracefully and purposeful to the fire which burns in the walls opening place and within one anothers hearts. The slight caress and stroke of blankets between arms, legs and hearts in the undefinable state of awake and unconscious - sweet slumber, unaware - but the warmth, and irreplaceable presence beside her. A popping of a cork, the scattering of tiny paws across the floors - seeking, playing, exploration. A symbol and bass drum sounds in the back - the crinkle of your nose and raising of your arms in elation - what composition recedes the speakers. The sharing of this - a moment of appreciation - the world dims and disappears, then just as quickly becomes entirely two souls. Whole. Giant. Small. Two. One. Here. A giggle and an embrace in joy. The sigh of a day well-ended, laying beside me, happily exhausted. High as an eagle, fashioning with your hands the melody of the moment upon the wooden mistress of truth and song. Me, flying alongside. The sudden searing of flesh on my shoulders as Father Sun sets across the wooden beams, silently staring between two, fire embers agree in delight soaring up through the grid, there must be the meat soon - a crunch of a lettuce leaf. Your voice from downstairs. Your hands from the kitchen. Your breath from your heart. Here. A delightfully dancing girl in the street, pulling you toward her beating heart - these two, four footsteps becoming evermore in sync. How could there ever be any other? The Moon whispering sweet lullabies after a slow-endured sharing of islands, bodies, selves. The strands of hair which echo your pose of craving - want, need and me. Here. The space bar and enter keys resounding at the most opportune moments, designing its own rhythm... the flooding of your truths onto the screen - the slight reassurance of the presence only you seek, wisps over your strong shoulder - I am here. A gasp - a Lilly - petrified, elated, in love - no faults. Two. Here. The talking away of stars, they crept to their bed of sky long before these two voices decided to float off to bed. There was never too little to say - moments and hours - these two voices did speak - roses and flowers - strong and so very weak - but understood, accepted, near. Here. Excited galloping toward your arms - you wont believe it! These eyes had seen it - known it - been it - You. Only truth. Simple existence. Clear. Beside. Endless frumping of winds passing through the window half ajar - driving through terrain of city lights and robots, fields of nowhere, full and empty, smiling and robust. The delicate sincerity of these voices late in the nights... below the sound of the leaves, the moon, the trees - but speaking to one another with gentleness and ease - voices low and small - but too powerful the words, simple and profound - the covers shift again with silent laughter. Fingers tapping upon the wooden surfaces near the vegetables... this song is insane.. listen. Yes! The glint in yours, my eyes can never lie. They say love. They say forever. They whisper its all alright. The slight grasp - your arms carved and fashioned only for this waist. The girls face - a stroke, a wisp of your palm - made for you to behold. Your eyes light up and sound heavenly. You always laugh like there is hope. Echoingly true. Your lips retreat from one another - we exhale, another perfect kiss - the melodic silence. Here. The monotonous footsteps... you leave in the morning, the door creeks.. I await for the right knock before sunset again. Here.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 18:41:05 +0000
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