There's something wildly entrancing
about the stage.
Yes, the stage.
Not the space where the actors do their work
but the wings
and the back
where bright light filters weakly through the curtains
and where darkened corners and shadows are at your every turn.
The hushed voices of people walking past trying to be
invisible
and full permission to walk up to any one you choose
and whisper something delightful in their ear
for only them to hear...
the time between the set changes
where the actors are out
and the rest left behind
to wait for their next call
are left in darkness and quiet
perfect oppourtunitys to slip a hand where it shouldn't be
laugh softy and leave-
a brilliant oppourtunity
for sleeping white-hot lust
to awaken, and find
a place, a stage, where no ones watching
and no one can hear you but everyone's there.
You can touch but don't talk
grab but don't gasp
Shhhhhh... curtains opening
hands trailing downward
downward
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ShowTime!
(And no one suspects a thing...)

07/25/2003

Author's Note: I love theatre

Posted on 07/25/2003
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