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Created on 2008-09-08 20:27:38 (#16546662), last updated 2009-10-05
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Basic Info| Name: | funkieb |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1986-09-11 |
| Location: | California, United States |
BioTonight he is the king of the world. With his right hand on the door handle and his left hand on my back, he invites me into his kingdom. I take my seat and he quickly slides in on the left side, right next to me. His door slams and he smiles shyly as we slowly back out of the parking spot. All the stars have come out for this, even the ones who have died are still doing the best they can to shine brightly. I roll my window down and start counting them because for some reason, tonight it no longer seems futile to. Next to him, I feel like I can accomplish nearly anything, and he never fails to remind me to at least try. My heart beats for moments like these- these moments of ideal serenity and perfection. As much as I want to lock this moment in a jar or fold it up and stick it in my pocket, I can't; this moment is his, not mine. He's at the controls tonight: deciding which songs to play, what speeds to reach, which roads to take. I sink back in my seat and breathe in the night-time air, closing my eyes to enjoy the ride.
He's quiet- a listener- waiting for me to say the first word, but this time I think I'd rather not. Tonight is not mine to snatch away with petty conversation about trite topics or pseudo intellectual small talk. I catch the reflection of his eyes in the rearview mirror and I can't help but smile. It's dark in the car but the piercing sapphire irises shine through like two unyielding topaz rays. He, like the light in his eyes, is ever-present- always there to lend a hand, a shoulder, or an ear. Although there may be days where he, too, wishes for a moment of peace, he's got a smile that would never give that away. His arms are always open- there to catch those that fall, or pull back those that stray.
We come to a fork in the road and I glance over at his hands resting listlessly on the wheel. They are big enough to provide comfort and to promise safety, yet too small to determinedly grab and rip out giant chunks of life. He's too gentle for that, and at times a little too unsure of himself. I think one day he'll sit back and bask in his accomplishments, but for now he's still got a boy in him that says there's much left to see. He says he wants to leave his mark upon the world, and while I can't be sure of what that really means, I know one thing: he has left his mark upon my world.
I catch him humming along to the song on the radio and I join in. Smiling at him I wink and we break into song, eyes locked on each other. Despite the presence of two separate vocals only one voice manages to pierce the silence: our voice; in the darkness we are one. Two bodies but one mind; we have always been in synch. Perhaps it may have something to do with the way the galaxies aligned on they days we were born. We are the children of stars. Maybe this is why they watch over us now, in this moment, like over-protective guardians lighting our way as we zip along the country road; keeping their glowing eyes peeled for us. Our voice tapers off, giving way to the soothing drone of the tires beneath us; but I feel less alone in this night-time silence than I ever have standing in the middle of Times Square.
He is everything the universe strives for when it decides to create Man. He has been pieced together by Mother Nature's own hands: eyes flooded with deep seas, skin composed of Arabian sands, fingers infused with the pulse of crashing waves. He breathes carbon-shaped dreams, his lungs are full of pictures, silent movies, and newspaper clippings. He's got kisses that would put Clark Gable out of business and the music that his marrow houses would bring Glenn Miller to his knees. He says he can lift me, and I don’t doubt that for one second because he's carried the load of his heart on his back for a lifetime now. He's got strong hands so I know his grip is good, and with him I never need to worry about slipping. We sit in the dark, with the radio silently echoing, entertaining itself and I feel his hand reach over and gently wrap itself around mine. In this split second I come alive with electricity. A warmth washes over me and I hope it's not too obvious. I squeeze his hand, my heart leaping in my throat like some tribal dancer possesed by clan spirits. This moment is unearthly. Our hands rest in my lap locked together like puzzle pieces. These hands fuse together two cultures, two histories, two dreamers, two thinkers, two writers. These very hands have birthed countless stories and poems, molded hundreds of metaphores, cranked out flawless meter and syntax- these hands have somehow found each other, despite the darkness that reigns in the car. We have somehow found each other despite the blinding uncertainty of the universe. The gesture is so small, I can't help but wonder if the stars that have been watching us all evening have even noticed it; but in case they haven't I bite my cheek to keep from smiling and giving it all away.
(written by Karolina Manko. She's better than you.)
He's quiet- a listener- waiting for me to say the first word, but this time I think I'd rather not. Tonight is not mine to snatch away with petty conversation about trite topics or pseudo intellectual small talk. I catch the reflection of his eyes in the rearview mirror and I can't help but smile. It's dark in the car but the piercing sapphire irises shine through like two unyielding topaz rays. He, like the light in his eyes, is ever-present- always there to lend a hand, a shoulder, or an ear. Although there may be days where he, too, wishes for a moment of peace, he's got a smile that would never give that away. His arms are always open- there to catch those that fall, or pull back those that stray.
We come to a fork in the road and I glance over at his hands resting listlessly on the wheel. They are big enough to provide comfort and to promise safety, yet too small to determinedly grab and rip out giant chunks of life. He's too gentle for that, and at times a little too unsure of himself. I think one day he'll sit back and bask in his accomplishments, but for now he's still got a boy in him that says there's much left to see. He says he wants to leave his mark upon the world, and while I can't be sure of what that really means, I know one thing: he has left his mark upon my world.
I catch him humming along to the song on the radio and I join in. Smiling at him I wink and we break into song, eyes locked on each other. Despite the presence of two separate vocals only one voice manages to pierce the silence: our voice; in the darkness we are one. Two bodies but one mind; we have always been in synch. Perhaps it may have something to do with the way the galaxies aligned on they days we were born. We are the children of stars. Maybe this is why they watch over us now, in this moment, like over-protective guardians lighting our way as we zip along the country road; keeping their glowing eyes peeled for us. Our voice tapers off, giving way to the soothing drone of the tires beneath us; but I feel less alone in this night-time silence than I ever have standing in the middle of Times Square.
He is everything the universe strives for when it decides to create Man. He has been pieced together by Mother Nature's own hands: eyes flooded with deep seas, skin composed of Arabian sands, fingers infused with the pulse of crashing waves. He breathes carbon-shaped dreams, his lungs are full of pictures, silent movies, and newspaper clippings. He's got kisses that would put Clark Gable out of business and the music that his marrow houses would bring Glenn Miller to his knees. He says he can lift me, and I don’t doubt that for one second because he's carried the load of his heart on his back for a lifetime now. He's got strong hands so I know his grip is good, and with him I never need to worry about slipping. We sit in the dark, with the radio silently echoing, entertaining itself and I feel his hand reach over and gently wrap itself around mine. In this split second I come alive with electricity. A warmth washes over me and I hope it's not too obvious. I squeeze his hand, my heart leaping in my throat like some tribal dancer possesed by clan spirits. This moment is unearthly. Our hands rest in my lap locked together like puzzle pieces. These hands fuse together two cultures, two histories, two dreamers, two thinkers, two writers. These very hands have birthed countless stories and poems, molded hundreds of metaphores, cranked out flawless meter and syntax- these hands have somehow found each other, despite the darkness that reigns in the car. We have somehow found each other despite the blinding uncertainty of the universe. The gesture is so small, I can't help but wonder if the stars that have been watching us all evening have even noticed it; but in case they haven't I bite my cheek to keep from smiling and giving it all away.
(written by Karolina Manko. She's better than you.)
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