Solar Eclipse
Just before dusk in the land of lavender and fire dreams, the sky all a stage and its performance
impressive, as droves of living Crusaders gathered for the paradise about to
appear. Strangers, lovers, friends, cross-dressers
with mustaches and painted lips and enemies stood within the same circle of
life when suddenly the moon kissed the sun, nightly glory captured daytime
loveliness, tegument of its nudity.
As brilliant colors streamed from one horizon to another, sighs and murmurs encompassed and became
the symphony, soon the moon coveted the sun in an ecliptic adornment...a vision
of complete disavowal in colorful sequence.
To the north, south, east and west Men were stealing women in moments of
throaty kisses and mongrel petting, waters transformed from serene to rapid
warlike gymnastics. Down the street, a
barber playfully arranged the hair of a young harlot into the shape of
entangled limbs, trios of harmonized tap dancers oozed their imperial talent,
lads pursued the skirt tails of ladies randomly seeking canopied carriages,
lyrical recitals chanted by groups dressed in Greek garb and the sudden burst
of whistling tea kettles shouted a seductive quarrel.
A tap on the shoulder by an elderly lady asking “who is that Gentleman caressing the tips
of that beauties fingers?” “Ask not I,” said the
preacher as he tipped his hat continuing to flounder in his footsteps in search
of the lonely child in need of comforting.
Seven couples promenaded down the carpeted alley with elbows sealed high
in the wind, entranced in each other’s eyes as they knelt at the delusional
altar. “Come, come to the center of
this journey one and all,” the black Panther recited in His smoky vocals,
flocks of felines and melancholy snakes rose to the occasion as did woodpeckers
and wild boars.
As calm rushed over the city, laps were overflowing with languid mistresses while a
patron adopting the role of Pope unrolled His scroll and read the Sermon on the Mount. All is quiet in Gomorrah, the crowds lay in
unguarded slumber filled with the stupefying spirit of universal chasm.
~daria S. dawson
© 1999
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