Underneath the sultry sky,
Where shadows play and secrets sigh,
We met in whispers, skin on skin,
A dance of fire, where dreams begin.
The air thick with unspoken need,
Each glance a spark, each touch a seed,
Your breath, a melody, hot and sweet,
As our bodies swayed, a rhythmic beat.
Moonlight dripped like molten gold,
On tangled sheets, our stories told,
Fingers tracing paths of desire,
Stoking the flames, igniting the fire.
With every kiss, the world fell away,
Lost in the night, where we dared to stay,
Passion surged like a summer storm,
In that wild embrace, we were reborn.
But as dawn crept in, soft and slow,
The magic faded, a bittersweet glow,
Yet those midnight hours, fierce and bright,
Forever linger in the heart of night.
“Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore. Quoth the raven, ‘Nevermore’.” Well, that's how Mr. Poe saw the raven.
Think of concentric circles. The inner circles are ourselves, then the family, then the tribe, then the neighboring tribe, so on and so on. The further you get away from the center, the more foreign things become. The people in the outer circles, they become the other.
What?! You're still not watching Northern Exposure?! For grief's sake--they quote Proust and Bertrand Russell! In a show where one character's boyfriend comes back as a dog! The goofy and profound are rolled together into one heartwarming, thought-provoking show. Go watch it already!
Maggie, thank you for sharing in the destruction of your house so that today we can have something to fling. I think Kierkegaard said it oh-so well…
"The self is only that which it is in the process of becoming."
Art, same thing. James Joyce had something to say about it, too.
"Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race."
We're here today to fling something that bubbled up from the collective unconsciousness of our community. The thing I learned, folks, this is absolutely key… it's not the thing you fling, it's the fling itself.