I have often times heard this catchy phrase “if its not baroque, don’t fix it” which others have interpreted into “if its not broken, don’t fix it”
That is the winding tale that has gone on for months now and my absence in writing says it all. It just had to be fixed, but the issue now is who is being fixed? And who believes the other is the fixer?.
Funny that such a simple logical reasoning has become complicated. How is it possible for the unmended to mend another, it defies reasoning, but here we are like two broken halfs of a heart joint together to make one whole one. That’s the only sense I can make of it. A bond whose connections cannot be aptly defined.
Its gotten as bad as the word and even the actions of LOVE are not enough to describe this feeling. A sense of peace being like a river just comes to mind, that beautiful flow that has being orchestrated by the Almighty One!
Dancing under the rain, laughing my heart out, holding onto those hands, smiling like a banshee, swimming at the shores of Fiji’s turtle island, the taste of ambrosia, the feel of melting chocolate, the soothing effects of aloe, the downpour of Niagara Falls, the sighting of dolphins, the fast and slow racing of my heart, the serenity of your presence, not even the sounds of angelic trumpeting can describe how much I love you and how I will be forever grateful to my Big Daddy for fixing us both.
My heart flutters, beating fast to a rhythm unknown,
I feel the tension begin to build,
Once again I feel the blood rush through my veins,
Thought I dead, now I have being reborn.
You found me when no one else was looking,
You regarded me when those who should didn’t,
You grace me with your presence to the shame of all others,
You fight for me and I find all my fear is gone.
I have being blessed this very era,
I have felt your breasts and you granted me suckle,
I have touched your face and find you to be no dream,
You are my life now and my ever beating heart.
This is a rare gift, one I solemnly swear to keep forever,
If I deserve it or not, that is another matter,
But for this one chance of happiness I am willing to live,
To defy all odds and all raging storms.
I thought you had deserted me and left me in the arid arena,
Now I find your favor upon me, one that is too much for me to hold,
You have crowned my tears with joy,
You have given me his beautiful heart that bears your beautiful mark.
So there I was my lonely and eccentric self doing what I do best, wallow in simulation of all sorts, but it appeared as if I was not to be in that state today.
He promised that while weeping endureth through the night, joy will follow at the dawning of the sun and this was the case for me. My Dominus had decided to come sweep me off my feet.
Excitement would make anyone do silly things atimes and I had my share yesterday. I can’t recall how many outfits I tried on just so I could feel and look cool “do not mind me”, I at the end of the day settled for my bedroom colors (black and white) and I definitely won’t be going into all the intricate details but be assured I was decked out in black and white right to my very stockings.
In anticipation I waited and for once didn’t feel a frustration at being delayed for it was only gonna make the night last longer. I was eager and yet I was patient. That’s the effect he had on me. The man who made my heart beat fast and slow at the same time didn’t know such a thing could happen.
With him, holding him, kissing him felt like I had tasted the heavenly food of the greeks, just like ambrosia, what an experience to be able to feel that butterfly effect, the light headedness, the abandonment of all pain and sorrow, to once again feel that semblance of peace.
I wish we could stay like that forever and never wake up from this dream. Would it not that I be blessed with such a man as he. I closed my eyes and decided that when I wake the dream would be over. I felt in my sleeps hands holding mine, with speed beneath my body and then a stop. I had finally woken up and I gave a sigh before opening my eyes to reality only to find as my eyes opened that this had being no dream at all.