Begin story with: ‘Profundity’
Include: ‘Many’ & ‘Never’
Profundity: That rarest of rare ineffable exquisiteness which bestows itself on only a few, select moments in ones’ lifetime.
The heart-palpitating wild wonderment of your first kiss shared with the girl in high school you couldn’t imagine was but just another living, breathing person like you – her innate incredulity in your eyes lending her more the air and aloofness of Queen Nefertiti.
You & her. Together with a bottle of wine, two Ball canning jars and a cooler full of ice. Thoughts and feelings aligned as precisely and perfectly as the arrows on Orion’s belt. In your 1976 Pontiac Catalina at the drive-in movie show. “Supper’s Ready,” the magical, mystical soul-searching opus co-crafted by the English band, Genesis and God Himself playing over and over on your car’s state-of-the-art 8 track tape player.
Heaven has its angels. The Universe: its stars. The oceans: their layered depths of mystery decorated with otherworldly miracle upon miracle swimming .. floating .. cavorting .. exploring .. mating .
You … have her. She … has you. You’re both young. Healthy. Innocent. Searching. Yearning. Discovering. Strong, pink hearts measuring out the seconds .. the minutes .. the hours .. the lives the two of you have yet to immerse yourselves in.
Orion. The songs of the Whales. The furthest unseen planets circling the furthest unseen stars. As you take her hand in yours. Comforting her soul. Your heart nearly overdosing on the mix of sheer beauty and adrenaline as you feel her give your hand the slightest, barely perceptible squeeze in return.
No words. No thoughts. Just a plea to the Heavens: Please. Let us share this moment again and again and again. As many ‘agains’ as can fit into one lifetime.
You share a kiss.
Flavored with the taste of forever.
Hold on. Never let me go.