The Recital! Tonight 20:15 (friday 6th of may)

Oh there you are standing.
in this field, your hands in hair.
moving, combing, stroking,
and all the while I'm sitting,
Just a few feet apart
staring, smiling, eyeing.
your Stance, entices,
your form, beckons,
while a few miles away,
people are screaming,
shouting, crying.
pulsing boils, streak their skin,
protruding, blackish green,
they whistle and they waddle,
moving, up and down.
and back and forth,
waving wandering, like waves from the ocean,
Thrashing against the surf,
coming and gathering
right from depths of the Abyss
Slashing against the Shore
the boils, boiling oozing living oozes.
their victims scream and beg and scream.
While here I sit in this meadow, staring, standing, caring.
Naught, while the wings of death soar through the skies.
with wings flapping and a beak raging, blasting, wrecking.
fire crashing the soil, burning and turning into ash.
forests burning, damns shattering.
stone is cast aside as the world breaks by the seams,
In tumultuous storming havoc.
the water flows, rages through uncovered territory
through the even wetter lands, and through flats.
the flats that shimmer no more,
our countless men and women
hero's dashing and dazzling,
entombed in the cold depths of sea.
Locked in the darkness and coldness of the deep.
and yet, here i am.
in this oh so common meadow, on this not unusual ground.
in this ordinary grass field, moist from the thaw.
I step.
Step.
Step.
Eyes meet mine in yearning.
Mouth parting and praying.
your lips,
full... red... press.
press, grasp, clutch.
Yes! success, it burns,
it grips it grasps.
Where do I lay my hands?
on your hips?
your ass, or chest?
I take the high road, and rest them on your waist.
for who am I to deny
to mistake my place,
who am I to forsake the chance
to find love in this land.
this moment.
where the veil of life is torn by The Thunder.
who am I to deny.
this joy, this solemn moment?
therefore i cast away the world,
I let it break itself asunder.
for aslong as our lips touch.
in this unfaltering passion.
this hallow clutch
this divine grip.
the world can break itself apart.
For I have you.
And that Will forever be enough.
For along as we both will last
Even if it breaks me up within.
for that is the lover's Sin.