Rolf

I know not where I am; Neptune is the planet I discover within my vision, I plan on the orbs to be my destination, there are two heavenly bodies looking in my direction. Floating above the orbital trance is a cloud of Okinawa beach sand raining fluffy hair over a nose I feel softly plunged into my cheek; this universe has lips and galaxies to kiss.

"Rolf you don't know what that does to me..."

"You don't know what it does to me!"

Our enjoyment is missing the exclamation mark at the end of a pleasurable sentence; I suppose they are watching from a distance. We think of them in silence while a moment is sifting inside the bustier of a glass vessel; once her bottom is full the top will be where we must search for one another. This feeling is nearing closer to our experience as we both fade into a surreal meeting for a farewell into real nightmares which seem never ending.

"I always wanted these..."

"Me too..."

"I always wanted that..."

"For you...."

"What did you name them?"

"Kama and Tantra...."

"I like that...."

"What did you name him?"

"Sutra...."

"He likes that...."

Our kisses are contemplative, wary of pauses, deadly, and nervous of a ticking we both hear through our guardian's quietness. This sorrow must be placed aside in a book for understanding while we savor what little is left of the separation clock.

"I think we got to go now!"

They are uniquely humorous for both of us to observe; their earnestness is innocence in which flowers form while their wickedness bandages wings of a bat learning to fly.

Rolf does not want to fight, his arms empty of me while walking out the door; maybe I should not of looked at him in such a way, my black lace bra enclosure must of suffered a quick death.

"I can't go yet they need me...."

"They do...."

Outside the passageway Brad and Cindy unanimously agree....

"We can spare a few more notches on the thing!"

I desire the whole damned contraption to be winded into it's gears for a finale. Although if any more of my necessary lingerie pieces end in the same grave I might need to invent something simplified perhaps a button trigger or switch for removal; he cannot walkabout with a fly constantly open for business either, we both need to recollect for civilization.

"Okay now we definitely got to go!"

We expected this much; we surrender for victory whenever that may be is the test of eternity.

"We will not see each other again will we?"

"We won't be able to be together......?"

"Not like this....."

Brad and Cindy will be joining us indefinitely without gracing our presence; they both agreed to inhale the stench of roses and taste the razor blade of caviar to inquire of our existence, somewhat a naive notion as ours was presumptuous of their intention.

"I will find you no matter what it takes..."

"I will do everything for you."

"I will do the same."

"I will be found only by you."

"I won't rest until I am with you again."

"I won't sleep until I lay with you."