Reading harold_maude's journal

This was inspired by a movie about an older man who fell in love with a younger woman who had no idea how he really felt about her

Past all the discomfort of unfamiliarness
we walk through the doors
The first smile breaks in your eyes
drifts down across the plains of your cheeks
a wash of sunshine
settles into warm drifts on your tender lips.

First kisses
brief places
exchanges of expectations
barely given voice.

Hands touching
exploration of new fields
delicate folds and creases
not yet touched or hardened by life's sorrows
that somehow manage to seep into the unprotected places
of the heart and soul.

Fragile fragrance
barely noticeable when your eyes are open
too much floods the view
Only when all else is shut out
pushed away
can the erotic innocence of such newness be tasted
inhaled
savored.

You over load my eyes
overwhelm them
Brilliant beauty shines radiant
shattering the clothed surface
the place my soul's eyes long to see
hunger for
That place in you not touched or regestered by time
That place not held by the shadows of seconds
minuets
hours
That ageless place
a deep pool within
where the songs composed
within the prisimatic halls of your soul drift
and caress your heart to inspiration
They dance within you
floating on strands of air like silvered bits of rain.

Waiting for the invation to drink
to taste the sweet necter that flows from your heart and soul
with a thirst so deep
so desperate
so consumming
that waiting is painful.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.