Theme 58- Kick in the HeadTheme 58: Kick in the HeadTheme 58- Kick in the Head by ellymango
How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her, and she kissed me.
Like a fella once said, "Ain't that a kick in the head!"
That song kept playing on a loop inside my mind as I walked home. I couldn't believe it. She probably couldn't either.
The room was completely black.
I hugged her, and she hugged back.
Like a sailor said, quote, "Ain't that a hole in the boat!"
It wasn't the most romantic place for a first kiss, given. It was behind a very noisy nightclub full of drunk and possibly high youths, in a wet alleyway that smelt of wee, with only the muffled bass line of some trashy club song providing the soundtrack.
But it felt romantic.
We had both gone outside to take a break from the chaos inside. However, the yard behind the club was also full of noisy people, so we left through a side gate into the alleyway.
It was horribly dark down the alleyway. The only light came from a lone streetlamp at the far end of the alley. However, even in the gloom, s
OuvertYou were the one who showed me how to breatheOuvert by Areedart
How to open my mind and my eyes;
to the emptiness and vast
beauty (see also: suffering)
of the world around us; to touch
(and feel the sunshine on our backs)
and when my eyes opened
and with it came the slam of a door
you were afraid of what you saw
(left naked in the streets)
the abstract ebbs and flows of your
I was jealous at how miraculous it was
(without the necessity to go with gears and symmetrical lines)
you exiled yourself
closed the world away and turned to a darker corner where you could be alone with your thoughts
(Oh how I know those corners as well)
with the idea that you were not exiling yourself
you were banished (mais la verité te libérera)
you almost turned around completely
your back facing my front,
and I saw in your eyes:
The watery image of an old person,
weary with age
and in your irises (deeper to your retinas)
Silver MysteryMysteries in the reflections,Silver Mystery by lost-in-wonderlandd
pools of mirrors, with specks of stardust
She wears a long black dress
and shining silver jewelry.
The soft glow of moonlight is
cast upon the shadowed earth.
A fantasy world.
A sky of souls
speckled with white twinkle-lights
and the silvery, glittery, glow
of stars, pools, moonlight...
remains a mystery to me.
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