HE WAS STANDING
RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME
and I could FEEL his power.
His eyes were so dark and so intense that
I wondered if I was gonna be able to
survive their fury.
I didn't know what I had done...
or said
that would cause such a reaction,
but I was terrified.
I TRULY WAS
for I loved him. I DO love him
and was now SO afraid that he was
going to leave me for someone else
or because of
something...else. I knew not what.
It was the most horrible moment of my life.
I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.
There seemed to me in my very vulnerable
and scared stiff state a ferocity in
those dark eyes.
and I was deeply afraid.
It was like looking into the eye
of a tornado
and hearing its sounds
and feeling its fury.
THE WIND. MY GOD.
I just knew it was blowing my hair back,
my shirt was rustling I just knew, but...
WHY?
MY GOD WHY?
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
HOW DO I SET THIS RIGHT?
My mind was racing and suddenly
and quite without warning
I started to weep.
Uncontrollably.
Oh great. Now I shall add crying to
my, I am sure, very long list of
horrible transgressions
I am being accused of here in the
very next room to the gas chamber.
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OR if not,
This will SURELY mean the plank,
or the lethal injection, or the gallows.
My writer's mind and imagination
suddenly took over in earnest.
"WHAT FOR MY FAIR MAIDEN?"...
no too ancient.
Here. OK, YOU RAT BASTARD, I KILLED YOUR ONLY SON BECAUSE HE WAS STEALING MY WIFE'S
FUDGE BROWNIES..
WHAT?
Gotta do better than that, I thought,
as my tears became a river.
SUDDENLY...
I felt something.
Something, like arms.
Arms, coming around me...
and then I heard from afar off,
as if in a dream
or a distant galaxy,
or perhaps...
"I AM SO PROUD OF YOU,"
Honey."
"WHAT?"
I said just as suddenly coming back
from whatever literary planet
I had gone to.
(You know, URANUS...
and I am its ONLY inhabitant).
Ok...now I am getting a bit PISSY.
"You just told me to shut the fuck up,
and stood looking at me as if you
wanted to kill me and now?
You tell me you are proud of me?
I DO NOT GET IT."
He stood there right up in my face...
just looking, for a minute.
His cologne almost overwhelming,
his breath...og to die for.
His hair, his eyes, his MAGIC...
I was REALLY close to fainting.
Then he grinned.
"DOOFUS."
"DOOFUS? ME?"
"YES YOU, DOOFUS."
"I don't get it."
"It's simple, honey."
I wanted to get your attention."
"WELL you got it sport."
"Your new book goofy. It is incredible.
I just finished it and it is wonderful."
"OH,"
and I blushed.
He laughed with that wonderful magical musical laugh of his. Then he reached into the pocket of his black motorcycle jacket and pulled out a small package which he then handed to me.
This exquisite leather box
with gold leaf accents.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Open it and see,"
he grinned...and so I did.
I stood, mouth gaping open...
motionless.
Just holding that little package...
with its beautiful content, silently.
Scarcely breathing.
THEN, I STARTED TO CRY...
IN EARNEST.
"OMG, HONEY?
What IS this?"
"A symbol."
"Symbol?"
"Yes. A symbol, of just
how much I love you."
And with that he took this beautiful
diamond ring and put it on my finger.
"I love you my sweet boy.
I LOVE you.
Life would not be life without you, Dusty.
Days would all be dark as midnight...
and there would never again be music
to make my heart sing
and my feet dance, honey.
NONE!
YOU ARE MY WORLD...
and I need you in mine forever.
DUSTY?
WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
And we WILL
"Sex is good, but MAKING LOVE
with the man you love is
BEYOND COMPARISON."
and I could FEEL his power.
His eyes were so dark and so intense that
I wondered if I was gonna be able to
survive their fury.
I didn't know what I had done...
or said
that would cause such a reaction,
but I was terrified.
I TRULY WAS
for I loved him. I DO love him
and was now SO afraid that he was
going to leave me for someone else
or because of
something...else. I knew not what.
It was the most horrible moment of my life.
I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.
There seemed to me in my very vulnerable
and scared stiff state a ferocity in
those dark eyes.
and I was deeply afraid.
It was like looking into the eye
of a tornado
and hearing its sounds
and feeling its fury.
THE WIND. MY GOD.
I just knew it was blowing my hair back,
my shirt was rustling I just knew, but...
WHY?
MY GOD WHY?
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
HOW DO I SET THIS RIGHT?
My mind was racing and suddenly
and quite without warning
I started to weep.
Uncontrollably.
Oh great. Now I shall add crying to
my, I am sure, very long list of
horrible transgressions
I am being accused of here in the
very next room to the gas chamber.
.gif)
OR if not,
This will SURELY mean the plank,
or the lethal injection, or the gallows.
My writer's mind and imagination
suddenly took over in earnest.
"WHAT FOR MY FAIR MAIDEN?"...
no too ancient.
Here. OK, YOU RAT BASTARD, I KILLED YOUR ONLY SON BECAUSE HE WAS STEALING MY WIFE'S
FUDGE BROWNIES..
WHAT?
Gotta do better than that, I thought,
as my tears became a river.
SUDDENLY...
I felt something.
Something, like arms.
Arms, coming around me...
and then I heard from afar off,
as if in a dream
or a distant galaxy,
or perhaps...
"I AM SO PROUD OF YOU,"
Honey."
"WHAT?"
I said just as suddenly coming back
from whatever literary planet
I had gone to.
(You know, URANUS...
and I am its ONLY inhabitant).
Ok...now I am getting a bit PISSY.
"You just told me to shut the fuck up,
and stood looking at me as if you
wanted to kill me and now?
You tell me you are proud of me?
I DO NOT GET IT."
He stood there right up in my face...
just looking, for a minute.
His cologne almost overwhelming,
his breath...og to die for.
His hair, his eyes, his MAGIC...
I was REALLY close to fainting.
Then he grinned.
"DOOFUS."
"DOOFUS? ME?"
"YES YOU, DOOFUS."
"I don't get it."
"It's simple, honey."
I wanted to get your attention."
"WELL you got it sport."
"Your new book goofy. It is incredible.
I just finished it and it is wonderful."
"OH,"
and I blushed.
He laughed with that wonderful magical musical laugh of his. Then he reached into the pocket of his black motorcycle jacket and pulled out a small package which he then handed to me.
This exquisite leather box
with gold leaf accents.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Open it and see,"
he grinned...and so I did.
I stood, mouth gaping open...
motionless.
Just holding that little package...
with its beautiful content, silently.
Scarcely breathing.
THEN, I STARTED TO CRY...
IN EARNEST.
"OMG, HONEY?
What IS this?"
"A symbol."
"Symbol?"
"Yes. A symbol, of just
how much I love you."
And with that he took this beautiful
diamond ring and put it on my finger.
"I love you my sweet boy.
I LOVE you.
Life would not be life without you, Dusty.
Days would all be dark as midnight...
and there would never again be music
to make my heart sing
and my feet dance, honey.
NONE!
YOU ARE MY WORLD...
and I need you in mine forever.
and the love I have for you
I need to share with you.
I really do honey...
and I want yours too.
The most beautiful thing in life to me
would be to make you happy.
DUSTY?
WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
I LOST IT...
RIGHT THEN
& RIGHT THERE.
Love...
It truly is magic.
Shaams and I are happy.
We always will be and we both know it.
He is the most beautiful dude
and I am the luckiest.
OG YES!
And we WILL
walk through the valleys
and the mountaintops
NEVER knowing fear...
for in our interlocked hands
lies the key to our very existence
OUR LOVE.
and EVER SHALL IT BE.
AND, on October 5, 2013 at 2: 30pm
Shamal and Dusty joined hands
and their lives
FOR GOOD!
The ceremony was beautiful,
but so is the life they will live
for their love will guide them always.
YES, LOVE TRULY IS MAGICAL.
with the man you love is
BEYOND COMPARISON."
Dear Dusty & Boo; Your words are so beautiful and sweet,we are so happy for you both.May your love shine forever and always be the brightest star in the night sky. May it guide you through life and always bring you home where each others hearts belong to one another. Your friends Ann Marie & Tim we love you both .. hugz
ReplyDeleteAWWw...THANKS AND Shamal and I are happy for you too. Happy and urging you on.
ReplyDeleteAWWw...THANKS AND Shamal and I are happy for you too. Happy and urging you on.
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