dolorous interludes.

For the 21st of March, by the Singapore River it was.

The familiar beeping device awakes me from my dreamy placid state and i curiously punch the buttons only to see what i half-wished i didnt then; i brace myself and at first, i tease to veil my discomfort and distaste, then, my mask slips away like a sad clown who failed his circus act. i was not to play the clown tonight; merely the acrobat that i am, all i had to do was to please the crowds with my balancing rope act, why did i fall this time?

I could only look away, out into the darker waters that reflected nothing but my banks of half jealous half remorseful streams of consciousness. I didn't mean to distrust, nor did i intend to upset the midnight romance; like rising tides of a moment of loss, i only wished for you to hold me close and not push me away even farther than i was already trying to pull back. And you did, thank God. and that was it: the moment when two porcupines embraced.

In the inky darkness that was softly lighted by cascades of orange beams, our souls were one as our palms met and our fingers intertwined- almost the symbolic new reunion. Unlike Antaeus who got his strength from the soils, i got mine from the warmth of your hands( and often do we establish how powerful they are). Such a moment was not to be lost on me-- the poignancy of every starry romance threatened by the construction of new dams, preventing only the fresh sediments of love to flow downstream, choking and clogging upstream growth. Where man battles his natural environment, there is exploitation; where man struggles against his swelling emotions, consolidation occurs, when allowances are made.

Thank you for everything my love. Thank you.

posted by voyeur @ 3/24/2004 08:49:00 PM