He/She or Gathering the World

He saw the world at right angles, sharp, geometrically synchronous

She saw the world in feathered edges, soft, undulating, grey where they needed to be

He never sat back in a chair, relaxation meant lack of control, weakness, pain

She let the day wash over her slight frame, cleansing, smelling of honey lilac soap

When carefully mixed, they made a complexity unmatched, people were drawn

Foreground purposeful and solid, background left to fanciful imagination

There were cogs and pulleys, sand and flowers, whips and belts, coalescing

They would hold court and people would come and ask questions and fawn

He held them rapt with numbers, theorem, history as bright and varied as a Pollock

She would roll them about her tongue and make loins tingle, every word a breath of mint

Together they would make the others want to be them, eating from the same trough

When night fell and the others withdrew there were whispers and thoughts of new beginnings

He saw the world at right angles, sharp, geometrically synchronous

She saw the world in feathered edges, soft, undulating, grey where they needed to be

He never took the attention for granted and took the responsibility to heart

She absorbed the energy and returned it tenfold, drunk on the possibilities

Reviews

[afish]

Hi Crowley - very good. Your painting like your characters has angles and edges blended with swirls and eddies. Maybe you should write their story? They probably have many. :)
afish

[Crowley]

I bet they do...that might be a good idea!!! Thanks for the great review!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

responsibility for him....unsupressed love from her....natural....
he tried to engineer it, she just let it happen.
opposites attract, yes.
this is so good.
j.

[Crowley]

Thanks Jacob...nice avatar by the way!!! great to put a face to a friend.