Chocolate Coconut Teddy Bear

Passion is a woman awakening inside the extravagance of modern decor without a care for a single piece in the room; I cannot take the contemplation of my eyes off her. She touches nothing while searching the surroundings; tears fill her blue planets I explore without a spacesuit. I do not need oxygen if she will breathe life into me.

"I am coming back for you."

This is the atmosphere as she turns around; I heard the sound, she did as well. Falling onto clay tiles with bleeding knees is my Passion; she is in a coma.

On the bed of Victorian scrolls color of Neptune and Uranus is my Passion. She must of wondered how she got there.

"Are you alright?"

What a disgusting attempt...

"What a disgusting attempt; you know I am not alright. The reason you ask is to comfort yourself."

She speaks that which I can only feel; perhaps if these words were at the tip of my tongue the awareness of this situation reacting with stomach bile would projectile vomit instead.

"You are apart and I am fine."

"We will never be apart. We will always be one no matter the circumstance."

"I presume you do not want this house, the car, or your children..."

A portfolio is laid out with pictures of a red Mercedes Benz sports coupe, mansion with lake view including every furnished room in detail; this excites not one in it's presence including me as a neutral number zero.

"Where is my husband?"

"Who..."

"I'm married..........do you know what that means?"

I often wonder if anybody knows what that means. Her husband must be an uncontrollable teddy bear for her kisses. Fuzz must fill his veins while plush transforms into flesh; I feel for him so much as contemplating my veins fills with fuzz and the thought of flesh transforms into plush.

"Where is my teddy bear?"

This is torture for me, the most anguish I felt during the whole ordeal yet I am sure much more will come now that I am here. An object made of man made materials in the shape of stubby appendages, color of white is thrown in her direction; to look upon the thing is our sorrow.

"I desire chocolate..."

I can be chocolate...

Box with gold embossed vines lays on an elongated marble indentation with table top as the woman expresses with her hands the presentation must surely be magic.

Her husband must not know his whereabouts when he is with her; where am I?

"I desire my cocoa bear..."

Her body refuses to stray from the bed; her mind is a stress I pain through the air to release as an inversion of inertia gust shatters double pane glass through the balcony. She does not move even still while the woman is startled into shaking convulsions of a child's animosity.

"The taste of chocolate never leaves me; dipped inside coconut milk he will be my dessert for eternity."

Craving of strawberries tempts the snake creating my belly; she is a sweet tender fruit underneath the sheets of intergalactic waters. I want to swim through the currents to chase the mermaid; I look down contemplating the dive, I realize there are no feet. This thought of mine creates a smile on the woman's face as I feel the formation of a frown on the one I do not wear. Striking through the linen a wave the surfer stares in awe swallows the figure into a choke hold; I did not know deadly water could be so immensely beautiful.

"I will let you go if I may see the body."

Gasping for saliva to soothe her piping winds lubrication fails as she turns bluer than the ocean I dream. We are aware she may actually be dying; this is a new observation for us while she continues to squeeze with the demons of curiosity imploring more.

The body......??

Fingers tap a metallic device in a coat pocket which sparks interest; Passion releases the grip of boa constrictors. A reply is a breath of voice from an empty cave; explosions must of evacuated the nocturnal creatures with unnatural light.

"There is no body just this..."

This telephone is equipped with live video amongst several other known technological quirks except for one peculiarity; there is no phone number.

Passion looks about the room after examining the photographic image; where are we? This picture does not interest her interests; unconvinced she jumps through the blasted window.

I caught her...

Do not ask how...

By now asking how will only make me wonder more than I can reminisce. She lays on a pillow of vinyl cushion alongside a pool horizontally over the earth; her torso faces west.

"Your husband must be looking for you everywhere. Why did you leap like that? He will not rest until he finds you. Even if he curls inside a bed it will never be you; he will be a sleepwalker. You are his dream; every other notion is a nightmare."

"I secretly desire you; I know about you."

"You do......?!"

"I think about you."

"I desire you too..."

"I must be dreaming."

"Me too..."

"Maybe everything is a dream..."

"There is no defining line."

"I want you both."

"Who are you talking to.....?? He's gone.....nothing left just those strings I showed you."

Someone please play the viola for this woman I am about to throw her into the cold leafy slime infested water next to his wife.

"Did you hear me? I said he is gone!"

Sorrow kidnaps Passion into the unconscious realm of brain which loses vitality from extreme frustration. The woman is grabbing my Passion wiggling her about into a near thrust as a peculiar motion dizzies this creature into a bath of parasites.

Spitting a gulp of induced nausea consisting of various loose somewhat earthen matter the woman stands briefly to look over my Passion.

Inside this bedroom Passion speaks...

I think of you when he is lost inside

To know of you is to know he is mine

My dream is for you both to be thine

"I want to be him..."

"He's my chocolate; you are my coconut milk."

"Together is your dessert?"

"For eternity..."

"I want to be him..."

"Who are you talking to? I do not think you are well. We will begin soon; you will feel much better...."

I want to be a chocolate coconut teddy bear. Where art thou Romeo?