A little musing by me, really only loosely MR related but MR all the same! My abstract way of telling the story of the Poet and Courtesan..one of many
*!*If I could have anything in this world
It would be a kiss from you
A look, a whisper, a kiss, it's all the same but it's all different. A look can tell a million things; it's impossible to know which one is meant. A whisper carries words that can be missed or lost by careless ears and a kiss; a kiss is dangerous and only for behind closed doors. A kiss will tell just what is needed to be told whether it be upon lips or caressed across a cheek; but a kiss, a real kiss is a dangerous way of communication at the Moulin Rouge. But it is the most desired.
The Sparkling Diamond was so careful with the kisses she gave, there were two rules in giving them she abided by, never the tongue and never the lips. It would take only a Penniless Poet to make her break those rules.
I care for nothing in this world
Except you
Lust, desire, love, how different are they really? Lust is a heated inferno in the body demanding only the physical; two bodies entwined beneath yellowing sheets in the cold hours of morning and desire is but a hidden hand of lust. But love, love is an addiction; an emotion that once you've felt you never want it to go away, love is an everlasting drug that makes the heart flutter and ache in turn.
The Penniless Poet had felt lust and desire but never love. Love, in his eyes was the greatest thing the world ever had to offer, love could never hurt him; he believed love would wrap him up in silk and carry him away to live in peace forever. It would only take a beautiful Courtesan to change that.
If I could live all over again
I'd not change a thing
Darkness, disease, death, somehow are all entwined. Darkness fills and occupies the empty corners and crevices of the world; plotting and planning to engulf each human at some point in time. Disease is just an invisible kind of darkness; forms of darkness cloaked in white to walk freely amongst its prey while death would walk any street and fear nothing. Death is not scared of light and does not disguise itself nor does it plot or plan to steal humans - it is rather scripted to.
The Sparkling Diamond was afraid of darkness and its sidekick disease, but she did not tremble before death but rather whispered that she had not one regret to be spiteful for and her only sadness was leaving what fate had given her; the love of a Penniless Poet.
If I were a magician
But then again no
Grief, pain, acceptance are all part of a cycle. Grief hugs a soul like a bear, drowning it in the depth of its embrace and locking it in a foggy sea where pain runs riot until the soul and its body scream for mercy. Grief and pain work together at blackening hearts until the mind learns to accept. Accept that what has been taken will never come back no matter how many tears are streamed down hollowed cheeks. That is the greatest feat; acceptance of what has been stolen and that is what will help one live until it is time to be reunited with something once lost.
The Penniless Poet fell completely to the mercy of grief and pain; his heart was too brittle and almost too broken to learn to accept that his love was lost. It takes time, sometimes it takes a visit from an angel. It took a visit from a Sparkling Angel once known as a Sparkling Diamond to help the poet learn acceptance.
I've learnt to be patient
So I can wait for you
FIN