Becoming a Browning

Robert and Elizabeth wrote in sweet metaphors two skin starved refugees from atrocities of the heart he needed her desperately she beckoned politely he tried running away she wouldn’t be denied and the two lost souls wandered headlong into a gale from opposite directions and found themselves safe in the calm of the eye twenty-four hours of perfection no games…no pretensions no expectations…no walls every love line ever written was aimed at that moment heaven…utopia nirvana…ecstasy they’ve been there now and there’s no need to write love?...masks the feelings beauty?...belittles the essence why dishonor the ultimate with adjectives and analysis now, their story’s transcended any poem ever written as they smile from the summit at their transfiguration… a metaphor Galveston, Texas ‘99

Intro Image - "Writing Hands" by  jggy
Empact Image -  - "Victorian Romance 1" - Quwatha Valentine
 

Play "Becoming a Browning" recited by Scott Oka