Written Passages

sweetbee
... like the kitten who knows not the hierarchy of Cat and Mouse, she plays sweetly with her coy counterpart ~ they play a game of duck and weave ~ enjoying each other's company ~ absent is purpose or intent .. they folly ... but ... happenstance ... along came Inevitable ~ that sly dog named solely for it's bold mesomerism ~ they sat upright, hair tousled, they stared into each other's sweet faces ~ the suspicion arose that this was illicit behaviour ~ two very different creatures from what appeared to be two very different worlds cajoling and fraternizing ... all the while entangling themselves in a ball of yarn too complex to unravel without irreparable damage ~ and so it began, just as innocent as that ~ now as one can imagine, when two worlds like these collide, there can and there will be tumultuous assertions of effort to regain a foot-hold on what once was assured independence ... only time will tell how this myriad caper will unfold
January 10

sweetbee
... AS sure as night turns into day and springtime yields to summer, so does the friendship blossom into love .. one leads, the other follows .. close sometimes .. sometimes confident leagues apart .. the baton is passed and the lead changes up .. give and take, push and pull .. together they make haste towards a destination mapped out in visions and unfolding due course ...
February 13

sweetbee
...tic toc tic .... clickety clack, clickety clack ... the roller coaster of time transcends purpose, logic and reason ... heaven and hell are point-match love .. serve, meet, collide, subside .. meet and match again with vast and dangerous force ... the game suffers on .... love it is, hate it wants ... the wheels labour forward .. the track concedes .. transponding wills conceive, abort and conceive again ... toc tic toc ...
July 12

sweetbee
One year passes ... another becomes ... HE and SHE meld into We ... they forge onward into Love ... flesh marred by rough passage .. but hell's fury nor scorn will deny the conviction of these two souls ... Love herself has come, bar none & sealed her fate ... whispers of matrimony acquiesce a tryst upon once provident doors ......
September 22

sweetbee
... dark shadows the gate . day turns into night ... crouched now in their corners . their breath holds out for light ...
Nov. 12

sweetbee
Now is the test in strength of wills ...
Her warm hand quells the iron gate as it moans shut ...
No raspberry gloss today ... she suffers parched lips because she knows that behind them is poison ... and elixir, neither of which will serve them well today
The sky is black and blue
Her back is cold
Her long dress clutches and scrapes on the frozen ground begging her to stand still as she turns and walks away
... a whisper ?? i love you ???
Whatever it was, it is carried away on a chill wind ...
Jan. 12