The ConnectionThe scene, late evening, a poetry night at one of those places where, I shared that it went along with a piece of music, but did not share the title. At the time I also had no way of putting the two together for you. Today is not yesterday. Please enjoy "The Connection", as it was meant to be heard, alongside "Pleasure Seeker" by Paul Taylor.
kindred spirits listen to verse, converse, or versus in checkers or chess.
A young man is there.
A young lady enters.
Suddenly his attention is pulled from the stage...
He feels...
This feeling of course means that she's here. And although he's only heard her read three times in the past, each piece seemed to know his heart, to call his name, beckon his soul, and long to be recognized.
Yet his tongue lay still, legs immobile.
Even his pen was rendered inactive in the midst of such obvious chemistry that is...
She settles in a few seats behind him.
The flow of the air places them downwind a gentleman selling incense.
Her scent stands out, airy and soft; inviting him to speak, yet bold and lingering; holding him at bay.
For hesitation save a wounded pride but fosters regret for love not tried.
A door opens, air currents reverse.
He rises and writes a whisper on the breeze.
Daring a glance he turns and finds h