So this Friday night will always be affectionately known as the show from hell. Lines were flubbed, people stumbled and I...yes I... busted my ass right on stage. Or should I say I busted my ass as it was sliding off stage at a mock 5 with possibly showing my who-ha to the entire audience even though I tried to keep my legs together with all my might. I believe I succeeded, but who knows. At the end of the show during the meet and greet there was this glint in all the old men's eyes and for some reason all the younger guys seem to be carrying around sticks in there pockets. A few hit my hip as they were passing by. Hmmm..must be the new craze. I wonder where I can get my stick? I like to have all the newest gadgets.
Anyways, after drinks with cast friends, I left to...help move! That's right...I went to load boxes all night and early morning long helping 'Mr. S' move (names have been changed to protect the never innocent). I enjoyed it. At first I supposedly was the dainty girl but finally they let me help. The dainty girl suits me some times, but it's just not me. I love to help. I love to be active. I love to be a little rough. Now that's just the kind of girl I am.
We rode in a large box truck to his home. The conversation going on hung deep inside me as I learned more about him. My mouth unable to move as no words escaped me. But, yelling through my eyes, my every pore was 'let me pull you closer to me. Let me tell you everything will be better.'
During the move I found myself wrapped against him. Standing under the glow of the moonlight held in his arms. As I gazed upwards, his smile beamed more sereness and passion than the stars. His eyes radiated more sensuality and mystery than the moon itself. The smell of his skin wafted towards me tingling my senses, the heat of his touch electrified my body. But what did I feel? What did I melt into? Was it the feeling of lust as it usually is? No...the feeling of a friendship. The feeling of a kindredship. The feeling of...belonging. Of simply being.
It was wonderful. The drive home eluded to even more depth. Jazz flowed through the car embracing the air.
Jazz...
To enjoy jazz, to really connect with it, you have to have a certain depth to you. It connects to a certain aspect of your soul that other music just can not reach. I believe jazz appeals to the basis of raw emotion. The very essence of purity, passion, lust, sensuality, hate, despair, empathy and compassion. The very essence of what makes us human.
There in that moment. Light reflected into a place that has been dark for so long. A light....that created a spark. A spark that says...me...myself....I...
...I am desirable...
Anyways, after drinks with cast friends, I left to...help move! That's right...I went to load boxes all night and early morning long helping 'Mr. S' move (names have been changed to protect the never innocent). I enjoyed it. At first I supposedly was the dainty girl but finally they let me help. The dainty girl suits me some times, but it's just not me. I love to help. I love to be active. I love to be a little rough. Now that's just the kind of girl I am.
We rode in a large box truck to his home. The conversation going on hung deep inside me as I learned more about him. My mouth unable to move as no words escaped me. But, yelling through my eyes, my every pore was 'let me pull you closer to me. Let me tell you everything will be better.'
During the move I found myself wrapped against him. Standing under the glow of the moonlight held in his arms. As I gazed upwards, his smile beamed more sereness and passion than the stars. His eyes radiated more sensuality and mystery than the moon itself. The smell of his skin wafted towards me tingling my senses, the heat of his touch electrified my body. But what did I feel? What did I melt into? Was it the feeling of lust as it usually is? No...the feeling of a friendship. The feeling of a kindredship. The feeling of...belonging. Of simply being.
It was wonderful. The drive home eluded to even more depth. Jazz flowed through the car embracing the air.
Jazz...
To enjoy jazz, to really connect with it, you have to have a certain depth to you. It connects to a certain aspect of your soul that other music just can not reach. I believe jazz appeals to the basis of raw emotion. The very essence of purity, passion, lust, sensuality, hate, despair, empathy and compassion. The very essence of what makes us human.
There in that moment. Light reflected into a place that has been dark for so long. A light....that created a spark. A spark that says...me...myself....I...
...I am desirable...
I loved this post. It was so beautiful. As usual, your poetry shines through to the heart of you. I watch every word in my head like a carefully woven movie. You create such imagery!! Gorgeous my dear... simply gorgeous.
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