the alchemy of a moment

A Gentleman sits in his own reflection, 

in a three-piece Gieves&Hawkes tailored to fit the mood of a cold introspective blur.

His complex resonance can quake a hush over a crowd.

It is his unconsciousness lost in the thoughts or her.

He is a well-manicured existence 

that has it's start at the fingers tips.

His Jacket hangs nearby. 

Out the sleeve of his dress shirt 

peeks an inconspicous worth.

The Movado from her, his birthday, last July.

Though ‘what is' can never be ‘how it was’.

What only a Belvedere on the rocks with her did

is now what a Lagavulin neat, alone, does.

His desire, to taste fire.

Numb... forget... summer, expressions in the grass, under the magnolia tree, the right foods, bottles of wine, touches of purpose. The south of some somewhere, inseparable. 

the memories confined to her face and flowers, and birds singing, people smiling. 

Outside of her he hasn't been able to stay long enough to dance, to focus, to care if she is safe, any other she but her.

Even after three Ciroc's and laughter

the lay down with lust only lasts

through the heat, the delirium

that puts any she-other-than-her's worth 

in only how she moves to music.

Forever is NOT in flesh disposable delight

and FOREVER should never be as great as right now.

This moment in anticipation of fully sensing

the reality of a formed memory

formed to hold on forever.

Here, where

the past and future embody a dangerous imagination,

teetering on this very fragile, single, present.

If only to stay here, in this moment, remembering tastes, feelings, 

breathing in unison with her while sleeping...

Tell time to slow 
before the memories of how trust thins to frailty 

begins to erode to the unbalanced. 

The unsatiable unsaid. 

Its pain is as plain as the door,

as the challenge to NOT walk his Gaziano's out 

and be in this penetrable place for more 
that his pride will allow,

his wit can assess,

he'll close his eyes, 


let the memories go.

Think on the delicacy here that will pass between.

The Blue points, the Butter clams.

The Wine-Poached Salmon with the Black Truffles.

The Corton Charlemagne Bonneau du Martray 2006.

In this moment do not suffer, do not dream...

Do not miss 
the smell of her Michael Kors 

as she walks through the doors

 hear her Satin Roger Vivier's place each step towards, 

set in simple, black vintage Givenchy 
contouring her soft shape.

The delicate elegance of say, 
a DaVinci, a Monet...

He'll touch her hand, feel her benignity, 

accept regret enough to make the truth scream from his heart

unshaken by any loss of dignity.

A 2.4 carat princess cut diamond starts to

burn this moment into infamy. 

A moment of future and past fused, a symbiotic emotional vortex 

that can suck out all that could go wrong in time.

I take you, from here to infinity...