Subtle Dancing
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Creative Writing, Lust
Subtle Dancing
Cool air moving across the room, shadows mixing and touching across the dance floor. Vibrations pulsing through the wind as the beat of the music drives you deaf. You stop hearing the music and start feeling it, nothing feels better than to close your eyes and move.
You toss your head back; running your fingers through your hair and you feel the pressure of someone against you. Those aren’t your fingers anymore, no that scent isn’t yours either. You think “hello dangerous lady”; but don’t say a word. She couldn’t hear you even if you did.
If for no other reason you dance. She’s beautiful and uses her body like a weapon. She is dressed to kill and she smiles knowing it’s a wonderful game of cat and mouse. You both lose track of who plays what role- the music is loud and doesn’t let you stop. You touch and hold, press and release. You find your lips saying hello, laughing as the game plays on.
One song, then two, then three… apparently both of you are enjoying the moment and you don’t realize you’ve been on the dance floor so long. The song comes to and end, the beat drops to a slow passionate mood and you dance slow. Finally having a chance to hear the words you’ve both been saying under the roar of the music.
Her name is still unknown. You simply say hello.
Jigsaw
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Friendship, Loss
A missing friend.
Segments of life absent.
Fragmented spirit within.
Pieces of living barely fitting.
Joined by remembrance and desire.
Wanting to be whole.
Never living within themselves.
Feeling abrasion of touching others.
Peaceful wanting haunting the dreaming.
No feeling of being together.
Painful knowledge of being disjointed.
Never wanting nothing more than being one.
Seeing distance within touching.
Breathing space yet never true embrace.
Hearing echoes of distant emotions.
Falling into the void of subtle placing.
Knowing life was purposely designed ironic.
Trying to believe in purpose never being.
Soulful pictures trying to elude vision.
Always purposely cut away from friends
Seeking touching, simply to be one.