“She lifted her head like the sun raised up the sky, everything moved, glowed, just shone.
How long had they known that life was for changing, they’d known long before they met.
Ron, Veronica, was a ‘blaze’ red head, that’s how her friend saw her..so red the copper in lit highlights flashed as hot as the looks she threw in the direction of…..
What had brought these two unlikely friends together was nothing short of passion. Now there’s an overrated, under-actioned and marvellous force, passion. Ron needed to feel it surge through her loins on a truly regular basis, a desperate, even aching need. She knew her urge to feel this voracious drive ‘labelled’ her a junkie..adrenalin, physical fire, sex…love-making.” But the passion between the two ran deeper, core deep. So many things, so many strands of life, energy.. meaning we shared at a level words didn’t seem suited to unveil, disrobe even disclose
But then there were just times when she did. They both did. And it came over them like a wave. Ron would look across the room and those eyes would settle down onto, into hers, swallowing and swallowed-this
dancing, tangoing, teasing, monumental IT.
Once seen, once felt, nothing else matched. Like a soul deep DNA. You could examine them both time through time and Ron knew that this IT would wave back. Sometimes a cheeky wave over the shoulder, sometimes bearishly needy and yet so , so tender.
They had first said hello when the village lived in wattle huts. Bickering over slabs of meat and bathing suddenly in the running river where they had caught at one another over the sparkling white stones. Caught and catching. Both ways always.
If I fell would you catch me?
I would.
I Do.
Arms long and supple. And yet short -competent. Why was this passion so fluid?
Becomes it was always present. Passion daresto know that the other is everywhere.
Freedom and slavery?
A solid core deep, marrow deep knowing.
You are here. And there. And everywhere.
Every time.
All times.