THE LE MAIRE CHRONICLES
BEAR TAKES
A CHANCE...
BOOK TWO
THE PERFECT STORM
There is no surprise more
magical than the surprise of being loved:
It is God's finger on man's shoulder."
- Charles Morgan
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CONTINUED:
The Storm continued,
unabated...
Both inside and
out and both wielding an enormous amount of what felt like
brute force
and incredible power
which was
indeed
the truth.
There is nothing quite like the
raging forces of nature OR the incredible and persistent driving force of
love.
Outside, the lightning
crackled...
Cloud to cloud.
Cloud to ground.
It's awesome power
virtually
tangible
in the darkened sky.
Inside, the lightning also crackled as
well.
Person to person and back.
It's awesome power equally
as tangible,
and equal to that which was flashing
through
the sky outside.
Thundering like the sound of a
hundred thousand horses hooves pounding...pounding, pounding...
both inside and out.
Rocking the house from
without and within.
without and within.
Mother Nature in all her breathtaking power
and majesty.
You could also feel the
love moving
equally as forcefully in all its
breathtaking
power.
Fitting almost...
That it should all be going on
simultaneously.
I could see the flashes and hear the
rumbling outside...and yes,
I could feel the
flashes and sense the rumbling
Of two hearts...inside.
We stood at the window for the
longest time...just looking out at
the wonder of
the storm.
Rico stood, pressed hard
against my
back...
his long torso tight and
his long arms
encircling me...
Each of us with a coffee mug
in one
hand but scarcely
noticing
them.
I could feel his power to be
sure...and yes,
his passion was stridently obvious in its intensity in a way
I had never felt before
and
yet...
I could feel his gentleness too.
His
tenderness...
perhaps his sensitive,
creative
side.
I have always loved that side
of
Rico.
Not that I don't love his 'take
charge'
no-nonsense side
too.
His 'let's go for it bear.
Get it done
and
go on' side.
Too, his ability to focus on
something
with an intensity almost beyond
reason...
and similar to my ability
to do the
same.
Yet Rico has this ability to simultaneously
multi-task almost to
perfection,
even better than I.
Then there is his drop-dead
funny
side...
his crazy slapstick zany
nutsy funny
side,
a good match to my own.
Not a duplicate but a
complement.
Even his insecure side. That too.
His vulnerable side.
His vulnerable side.
Almost but not quite masked
by his defensive barrier which I am privileged to be able to see
around.
That place where he keeps his pain
and past hurts as well as his longing...for
something better.
His hunger I think for freedom
from the
childhood he endured.
The uncaring and unsympathetic
parents.
The brothers who loved him, Ryan and
Rusty. They always cared about him
but
never truly understood
him...
and in truth they still
don't.
Add to that the aloneness
he has always felt...perhaps a bit like Jonathan, Brenda's Father. Each of them
an anomaly in his own
family.
Yes, all his sides. I did and do love them
all.
His MIND too. God that dude has a quick mind...always thinking.
A tribute to
his upbringing perhaps...but there it
is.
WE STOOD...
Lost...in our thoughts.
Seemingly lost too
in the storm raging just outside, as well as
in the storm raging inside,
and for some strange reason
that I don't even begin to understand...
Something was happening to us.
Something. It felt like something perhaps
finally settling itself
as we stood there.
Stood locked together...
our bodies, our hearts, and our emotions...merged. Almost ONE.
I could feel it...
oh yes I could, and I
could tell that Rico did too.
I almost expected to hear a
clunk or
ka-ching
as something kinda dropped...
at long
last,
into place.
Like a padlock or a deadbolt,
or sumfin...
and in a way I think It did.
Weird but...
Then all of a sudden, as if that were even remotely possible, Rico pulled
me tighter
and harder to him...giving me
the feeling of
being completely
surrounded by this boy.
Then he leaned down and kissed the side
of my neck...softly.
Gently, right below
my
right ear...the little tip of his
tongue just barely grazing
my skin.
His soft lips moving slowly,
sensuously...
along my neck.
AT THAT MOMENT,
I could feel NOTHING but Rico.
I could hear NOTHING
but his heart.
His
and mine...beating together.
Steadily and persistently and
wondrously synchronized.
Yep...something definitely had gone
CLUNK...
And that was that.
PERIOD. FINIS. SAYONARA.
END OF DISCUSSION.
He and I both knew it.
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All of a sudden, off in the distance, I saw
it.
A piece of sky. BLUE...sky.
Very blue
sky.
Intensely blue, and then I
knew.
The storm was moving on.
Slowly but deliberately.
It had done its work and now it was moving on.
It was moving on and NOTHING would ever
be
quite the same again.
It would perhaps continue...somewhere
else.
But HERE?
The storm...perfect in its intensity
was moving on,
and in its wake...
a sense of newness that you could see.
A gleam of sunshine through
the clouds,
the clouds,
the
water glistening on the
tips of the grass. Yep, newness.
Newness, a newborn peace,
and
beauty.
A settled quietness...
and then as we stood
looking
out through the misted but now a bit cleaner window...
I saw it...
out by the edge of the
porch steps.
Two little flowers, probably the first of
the Spring...
and they were beginning
to gently and slowly open.
Rico saw them too and his lips just stopped...
on my skin, on the side of
my neck.
Our two heads resting
together...
as we watched those two little
flowers,
begin
to bloom.
The tears began to come, but I wasn't aware
of them...or anything else, but those
beautiful little flowers...and Rico,
who
now felt almost an extension of me
and it felt so good.
Then, Rico gently began to stroke
a
teardrop that had begun to fall from my
eye...
and reaching his hand around,
he took the tip
of that finger and put it on his tongue.
"Hoodlum will ALWAYS
take your tears,
Bear,"
He whispered in my ear.
"Take them and put them
where you can't see them.
ALL the sadness
and the hurt too,
Bear.
ALL OF IT...every bit,
and forevah, Bear...
FOREVAH...
You will ALWAYS have
me."
I turned my head slightly
so as to
look at my
hoodlum...
As his lips gently moved onto
mine.
So softly. So incredibly tenderly,
lovingly.
So lovingly l damn near
fainted.
YEP!
The PERFECT STORM,
and now we like Nature,
had become NEW again...
And maybe like those two
little flowers,
Rico and I could
now bloom...together.
Finally together...
after the
rain.
"AFTER THE RAIN" music & lyrics
by Dylan S Le Maire
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"The moments of happiness we enjoy take
us by surprise.
It is not that we seize them, but that they seize
us."
- Ashley
Montague
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BOOK TWO
"THE LE MAIRE CHRONICLES"
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