Friday Night

Can I bear the pain of pain?

Can I simply
stay
allow
bend
burn
heal

Numbness – yet another dancing partner
Stepping on my toes, whispering sweet nothings

Empty things
Things on black wings
Smelling of
cold sweat
and turpentine

Devi, your alter ego is devouring me

The feast is lasting long into the night

The Dark Mother has me in her grip

I am seduced

(photo by Proxy Indian)

The “Talk”

“Pinch your cheeks, try not to smile too wide, and for God’s sake, don’t frown!”

“I don’t frown… do I?”

“And remember to arrive fashionably late – don’t just walk – sashay across the floor as if you own the place.”

“Um….”

“Oh, you might try to look through half closed eyes… nothing shouts, ‘Woman over 40 desperate to meet a man’ than a blatant scan of the room.”

“Ok….”

“Now… let’s see… birth control?”

“It’s covered. So to speak. Forget that… I mean. Yes. It’s fine. Got it.”

“Breath mint?”

“Yes siree. Altoids… they’ll put out a forest fire.”

“Extra pair of underpants?”

Gulp….

“Well, then, go get them! And not the grandma ones!”

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary… Ok, hold on a minute…”

“Toothpaste and travel brush?”

“Yes!”

“Remember – this isn’t just another holiday, woman! It’s December – the single most depressing month of the entire year for single men and women. This is YOUR month. YOUR time to shine. Let’s bring your sexy back, ok?”

“But what about, you know, the ‘reason for the season’ and all that? Jesus? Love? Sugar cookies sprinkled with hope?”

Blank look.

“Right, right. That too. Now go out there and have some fun. Oh, and take this along…”

“A miniature bottle of brandy?!”

“What – you expect to drink plain eggnog? Hell, woman, live dangerously.”

“You know, Grandpa, this is a church Christmas party I’m going to, right?”

“Semper Paratus, my dear girl, Semper Paratus.” He winked. “Always be prepared.”
….

(This was fun to write and was another minimalist experimentation with dialogue. I love playing with brevity! Thanks to Sunday Scribbling for the prompt of “December”)

Ocean of Bliss

One Single Impression Prompt 76: ocean

Vajrasattva...Ocean of Bliss
Vajrasattva...Ocean of Bliss

 

 “Notwithstanding the fact that the Buddha essence is non-polar, Buddhist iconographers use sexual polarity to symbolize the twin concepts of insight and compassion.”

From Love and Passion in Tantric Buddhist Art

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His gaze the light of bliss.

His understanding empty

without her

clemency.

 by April Belle

The Realtor

 From One Single Impression: Prompt 75: Windows

I saw her through my car window this morning…

It was the black high heels that caught my eye, the toes peeping through like painted eggshells.

Frayed blonde hair blew across her face as she stretched to adjust a sign that said,

“Open House.  Ocean View!”

If it wasn’t for the white Mercedes just a few feet away, she could have been any crazy person on the corner.

At first, I thought she was a crazy person… who would willingly stand in the dirt on a street corner under the freeway?

And then as the sun shifted, I saw the smart suit jacket.  The fading facelift, the too tight skirt.

Was it Channel No. 5 I smelled as I passed by…

or desperation?