Post by Lex on Feb 26, 2007 13:58:34 GMT -5
Exactly 1000 words, this was really... tiring to write. Poetic to the extreme of prose, enjoy.
The pillow was creamily soft, and soon I had fallen into the depths of deep sleep.
Dazzle-sparkle part-thoughts, half-dreams with no truth… a future I had always wanted but never truly known. A year a decade and three from now, in future London. A glimpse of a life I craved. I wallowed in the opportunity.
The night air was still and warm, gently caressing that nurtured feeling that turns your thoughts to a soft contented buzz. I drank in the smells around me, the sweet perfumes of aristocratic marvels walking past, the delightful half taste of the nearby restaurants.
London was alive, a congregation of tourists and city dwellers, communing in the greatest city to perch on the earth. The sound of music greeted my ears, the mellow tune melding my emotions into the post-verbal.
I looked around nervously, and spotted her standing there, beautiful in every way.
I dared to check my watch, pretending to be disappointed.
In truth she was on time, a feat I rarely achieve myself. My life was busy, though I knew hers was far busier. She had probably shifted a few things around just to get here, so I had to make it something special.
We exchanged the usual moonlit greetings and moved to our booked table, a cute perch for two love birds such as ourselves, overlooking the splendour of Hyde Park.
A candle in the centre of the table shone with a soft blue flame, illuminating her beautiful face with a mystic calm. She widened her smile, thoroughly enjoying our evening before it had truly begun. For the first time in my life, I felt at peace.
We exchanged small talk, the usual gossip peppered with jokes. Looking back I’m surprised that I made her laugh, I know it seems stupid but… it was more precious to me than the diamond ring that warmed in my pocket.
She bit her lip mischievously and rubbed my leg with hers. She was toying with me, and that’s what I loved about her. Always in control, always one long stride ahead of me, but always willing to step back and help me along.
My lifestyle had profited, and things had only just begun.
The meal dozing before us was spectacular, a delight that a million eyes could savour at a distance, an epic venture from the lead chef, just for us. I tucked into a perfect steak, enjoying the taste as it washed through my mouth. The scene around us was captivating; a restaurant for those who love to love and love to live.
My eyes trailed back over the candle and met her eyes; we exchanged dirty looks for a second before she burst out in a peal of laughter. Her joy rang through my thoughts, echoing my own feelings in a voice stronger than words.
Compulsion drove me and I slipped away from the table. Her eyes followed me as I knelt, and spoke. The words were fluid, perfect, clear. Nothing like the stuttering shambles I had expected to produce.
We all know those words so well; they are embedded deep beneath the mantle of society, in western civilisations very foundations. I spoke them with love, for those words were able to conjure everything I had ever wanted.
“Will you marry me?”
I admit, I never expected her to say yes. Kneeling there, with my hands clasping hers, I thought that I had failed. Love, it is too weak a word. In truth I have never heard a word since that summed her up that day, so I shall lie with ‘captivating’.
Then she smiled, and I knew everything would be ok. The words had honey dripping from every silver syllable.
Eternity would have found me there, frozen by sheer bliss, ecstasy flooding my veins until I was shaking with almost childish glee. I had expected the worst, always, that’s how I live. Perhaps it makes the best that little bit sweeter…
She pulled me to my quivering feet and embraced me; her loving touch became the root of my thoughts. I could have stayed there forever, my body pressed against hers. She gently pushed me away, taking the ring from my hand, and another from her jeans.
“Ditto. Saves me a job.”
She gave a small wink, a habitual thing you had to look for to spot, and slid the ring into my pocket, leaving her hand in there for a minute to add yet more effect to the occasion.
I couldn’t help smiling, but I wished I could do more. We embraced once again, and then drifted into the crowds of AD two thousand and twenty. My eyes rarely strayed from hers, and we stumbled our way back to my flat.
For all the lights in the heavens, I couldn’t turn away.
After a tricky negotiation of the stairs, we reached my front door. It slid open in my presence, though I did not enter just yet. She leant close, whispering words that would render a lesser man paralysed.
Her voice is pro-angelic, a projection that voices the majesty of creation in the simplest words. Hers were always the most memorable.
“Love you.”
I responded in turn, loving every inch of her sleek body. We embraced once again, underlining our emotions with a long kiss. The kiss went back to creation, and the raw emotion before anything had ever begun.
We wandered into the chrome of my apartment, ignoring the beautiful finish to every surface, intent only upon sealing our relationship.
She moved into the bathroom, closing the door shut with a wink. I leant against the wall for support, the magnitude of the night pressing down on me. I scanned over the hall, over the riches I had spent on this perfect little home.
Everything was right, nothing could go wrong.
The door gently sidled open and she stepped out.
“You look amazing…”
It was weak; she gave a little laugh, hands planted on her hips.
That night was golden.
In The Eyes Of A Romantic [K+]
The pillow was creamily soft, and soon I had fallen into the depths of deep sleep.
Dazzle-sparkle part-thoughts, half-dreams with no truth… a future I had always wanted but never truly known. A year a decade and three from now, in future London. A glimpse of a life I craved. I wallowed in the opportunity.
The night air was still and warm, gently caressing that nurtured feeling that turns your thoughts to a soft contented buzz. I drank in the smells around me, the sweet perfumes of aristocratic marvels walking past, the delightful half taste of the nearby restaurants.
London was alive, a congregation of tourists and city dwellers, communing in the greatest city to perch on the earth. The sound of music greeted my ears, the mellow tune melding my emotions into the post-verbal.
I looked around nervously, and spotted her standing there, beautiful in every way.
I dared to check my watch, pretending to be disappointed.
In truth she was on time, a feat I rarely achieve myself. My life was busy, though I knew hers was far busier. She had probably shifted a few things around just to get here, so I had to make it something special.
We exchanged the usual moonlit greetings and moved to our booked table, a cute perch for two love birds such as ourselves, overlooking the splendour of Hyde Park.
A candle in the centre of the table shone with a soft blue flame, illuminating her beautiful face with a mystic calm. She widened her smile, thoroughly enjoying our evening before it had truly begun. For the first time in my life, I felt at peace.
We exchanged small talk, the usual gossip peppered with jokes. Looking back I’m surprised that I made her laugh, I know it seems stupid but… it was more precious to me than the diamond ring that warmed in my pocket.
She bit her lip mischievously and rubbed my leg with hers. She was toying with me, and that’s what I loved about her. Always in control, always one long stride ahead of me, but always willing to step back and help me along.
My lifestyle had profited, and things had only just begun.
The meal dozing before us was spectacular, a delight that a million eyes could savour at a distance, an epic venture from the lead chef, just for us. I tucked into a perfect steak, enjoying the taste as it washed through my mouth. The scene around us was captivating; a restaurant for those who love to love and love to live.
My eyes trailed back over the candle and met her eyes; we exchanged dirty looks for a second before she burst out in a peal of laughter. Her joy rang through my thoughts, echoing my own feelings in a voice stronger than words.
Compulsion drove me and I slipped away from the table. Her eyes followed me as I knelt, and spoke. The words were fluid, perfect, clear. Nothing like the stuttering shambles I had expected to produce.
We all know those words so well; they are embedded deep beneath the mantle of society, in western civilisations very foundations. I spoke them with love, for those words were able to conjure everything I had ever wanted.
“Will you marry me?”
I admit, I never expected her to say yes. Kneeling there, with my hands clasping hers, I thought that I had failed. Love, it is too weak a word. In truth I have never heard a word since that summed her up that day, so I shall lie with ‘captivating’.
Then she smiled, and I knew everything would be ok. The words had honey dripping from every silver syllable.
Eternity would have found me there, frozen by sheer bliss, ecstasy flooding my veins until I was shaking with almost childish glee. I had expected the worst, always, that’s how I live. Perhaps it makes the best that little bit sweeter…
She pulled me to my quivering feet and embraced me; her loving touch became the root of my thoughts. I could have stayed there forever, my body pressed against hers. She gently pushed me away, taking the ring from my hand, and another from her jeans.
“Ditto. Saves me a job.”
She gave a small wink, a habitual thing you had to look for to spot, and slid the ring into my pocket, leaving her hand in there for a minute to add yet more effect to the occasion.
I couldn’t help smiling, but I wished I could do more. We embraced once again, and then drifted into the crowds of AD two thousand and twenty. My eyes rarely strayed from hers, and we stumbled our way back to my flat.
For all the lights in the heavens, I couldn’t turn away.
After a tricky negotiation of the stairs, we reached my front door. It slid open in my presence, though I did not enter just yet. She leant close, whispering words that would render a lesser man paralysed.
Her voice is pro-angelic, a projection that voices the majesty of creation in the simplest words. Hers were always the most memorable.
“Love you.”
I responded in turn, loving every inch of her sleek body. We embraced once again, underlining our emotions with a long kiss. The kiss went back to creation, and the raw emotion before anything had ever begun.
We wandered into the chrome of my apartment, ignoring the beautiful finish to every surface, intent only upon sealing our relationship.
She moved into the bathroom, closing the door shut with a wink. I leant against the wall for support, the magnitude of the night pressing down on me. I scanned over the hall, over the riches I had spent on this perfect little home.
Everything was right, nothing could go wrong.
The door gently sidled open and she stepped out.
“You look amazing…”
It was weak; she gave a little laugh, hands planted on her hips.
That night was golden.