fallingvictim

the story of an hearing eye: part one

i was young, around 16.
in my youth i met a girl, her name was simone.
thoughts of fancy would fly through our head's.
matter's that ordinary people would disapprove of we would revile.
one day sitting in milk, the other naked on a mountain top.

simone, with her dark hair and fair skin.
she would make me quiver in my pant's.
her unabashed modesty would overcome any awkward moment.
the more we were together, the more i found out about myself.
my deep, dark secrets became her everyday life.

upon a hill one day we played.
soaking our naked bodies in the sun and the rain.
a young blonde girl, full of inner demon's played shy.
her inner being wanted to play, her mind told her no.
the body could do nothing to run away, it fainted.

playing with a lifeless body our imagination's soared!
pulling her hair out of her eye's, moving her limb's about.
what we did that day was discovered in our own personal being.
we bonded, we become one.
both simone and i were attached together by a love for marcel.