The Thespian Falling.

Naivety, is a lovely thing. The man with golden hair passed his shoulders waits on a park bench for the kiss that never comes. He waits hours, but when no one arrives, a tear falls down his cheek but it's swallowed up by the rain and he dies in peace. The golden haired man is tired, but he's not sleepy. Sleep resists his grasp, but he chases it as if it were the king's fox in the royal hunt. the chase is over when he catches up with a little help of oxycontin and a shot of his favorite brandy. Everything is okay for him, one last night. His feel pull him up the stairs and out of his clothes when he lays down for bed. The sheets are warm, but he's chilled to the bone. Besides him, the bed is empty and it makes him sad. It tugs on his lips at the corner and drags them down like his eye lids. The man finally catches his prize and it succumbs to his demands, and he's out for the night. Dreams haunt him like dark fairies and a few more tears escape from closed eyes. Spiders creep at the corners of his mind and everything is dusty. His subconscious searches and comes back red, but empty handed. When the golden haired man wakes up, the sun paint him yellow and he's afraid. Fear brings blood to his cheeks and his wrists are blue. Everything is calm [except for his heart] and he goes out of the apartment that reminds him of that one who he loves, but can never say he loves for lack of material subject matter. It bloodies his thoughts and he broods.

Breeds of long forgotten lovers paint his thoughts when he leaves the day for dead and dives into night. Rainbows may be refractions of sun beams but  strobe lights run on batteries. His heart races at high volumes and everyone is flying. Another star-struck lover for a lonely night where you're surrounded by empty robots with human hair. It's lovely hair and he winds his fingers into one's head in particular. Ravenesque, it falls to shoulders and it's warm. The robot is warm, and he golden haired man finds himself with another human. The raven is in transformation, but he caught him before it was too late. A heart still beats in his chest and his brain makes some decisions for itself. How refreshing. Loneliness is their Incubus and it seduces them to a bedroom where legs are spread and names are exchanged. It's love at first site, but the morning arrives and they part. The man staggers home empty handed once more and he goes back to bed with another oxycontin and a loaded mind. It's gone and so is he. Back to La La Land once more where the green fairy takes him to pleasures of the Gods. A place where juice drips down his fingers like how it did the night before.

Fools fall for their one night stand and the golden haired man isn't claiming intellectuality. He feels himself falling strong and hard as he makes his way home and back to blank spaces in time. He asks around, but no one has seen the Raven for a week. He's sure he's been forgotten and once more, his eyes fill up with salt water and they burst. Another day and another party, he hunts around couches piled with liquored-up blossoms, and he finds his treasure... but his Raven is wrapped around another arm and the golden-haired man's heart drops. He watches lips lock and he's jealous of the behavior he sees. Wishing it was himself he walks over, unconscious of what he's doing. The Raven turns and the golden man is filled with pink when the other's eyes brighten and his name falls perfectly formed from their lips. Goldie melts and the Ravenesque follows. They disappear together again and once more legs are spread and fears are exchanged this time rather than names. Adoration is admitted on one side, but the golden man disappoints his object of affection when he's not so sure how to requite it. He's been hurt but he loves again. He opens his mouth but all the leaks out through his teeth is a quite bid goodnight. They rest together, breathing together, and they fall asleep wrapped and entangled with each other in a stranger's bed with Bacardi on their breath. Everything goes quiet and they wake together. Their lips dance one more time before parting and they find their rides and separate.

For hours, days, weeks their paramour lead on. A renaissance in every facet of the word. It was beautiful and nothing was grey anymore. Goldie couldn't believe his eyes when he'd look out his balcony and his Raven was their calling for his hair. His ears were bemused at the sound and he tossed his hair and the Ravenesque ascended toward his window. A bed of clover and roses spread across his bed and floor to cushion the impact or the lovers crashing like meteors on errant paths. They're draped in flower petals that materialize out of nowhere from the ceiling fan and they're covered like snow.

Lovers come and go, but diamonds are forever. The golden haired man and his Raven part again, and the man goes home. His heart, full of love and a smile cracking his face. It's summer, and he found his sun. But, night comes and so does winter. The doe eyes sing in his memory when he closes his eyes in his bed again and sleep rushes to catch up with him. they're like a drug, those doe eyes. Lifting him up where he belonged, out of the bushes and into the trees. The diamonds in the sky sparkled across Andromeda like Lucy and the mascara stuck their eyes. Waking up, the man was a flutter. Those eyes... he loved them. they clouded his vision in a blued haze... they blocked painful reality and he crashed... head on into a Mazda. The lights went out and he was dead on arrival. When the news wafted through the air and met the Raven, he let out a pitiful cry into the night. It was torture and life was hell. Love is hell. Everything became black, but his blood stained red on the dashboard. A week passed and it was fading into blurry grey and unlivable. The Ravenesque looked out the window like canary and leapt out to take flight. But, he fell like cold steel to the ground and shattered, and the pain was still there. Sprained ankles and a broken heart disguised as a failed attempt at suicide. A scab formed, but the pain still throbs. Naivety breeds fools for lovers.

fin

-Peter