Terra Firma

Journeys are unending.
Memories don't die.

What started as a trickle has now become a downpour. Thunderstorms turn me on and so does the thought of an late evening shower. The splattering sound of raindrops falling on tinsheet-roofs reminds me of my urge to dance with my angel. Seems like a distant dream, though, and that's what makes it even more fantastic!

My angel has been very shy, still is. She's enchained in her conservative upbringing. But deep inside, I know, she's a volcano waiting to erupt.

The cool sprinkle of water on my face wakes me up from sleep. The angel has just splashed more passion on me. I'm turning out to be a beast, waiting to prance on my prey. The innocent lamb sits across my table with a smile filled with snide; challenging me to make my move and prove my integrity.

My angel has grown up, fast, beyond recognition. She has rediscovered herself. Deep inside, the volcano has started erupting.

This train will go on but it's time for me to get down. I have another train to catch that could take me far away. I'll meet my angel who's moving forward, maybe many more times. But when and where and why are questions no one else can say.

I know my angel is good at flying; I know that I can see. The only thing that I do not know is if I can fly as well. My hands are tied, my legs are chained but still I sure want to fly. If my angel helps me and takes me up; high, I'd die for one such flight - I can hold her wings and hold her tight and feel her body fly. I can kiss her cheeks, I can kiss her lips, kiss her neck and her hips. I could run my fingers all over her curves and lick her salty sweat. I could take her up and then take her down as the winds begin to pitch and roll.

Once, or twice, or many more times; when the fear begins to melt down, we could come down to terra-firma and stay together for long.

Should two islands in the stream wait to join and become one when the waters around flow away? The storms within will wither away if we dont hold each other now. With just 16 days to go; now is the time to get closer to each other and bond, lest we stay detached as opposed to attached to fly and to fly for ever.

Angel, you'll always be mine; in my heart and my soul, 'cause no one has seen you like I have.
Angel, you'll always be mine; in my heart and my soul, 'cause no one has known you like I have.

Love me or hate me - for soon i'll be gone. You can always; always count on me - to fly or to lie or to talk or to walk or just hang on to each others wings.