When writing a prologue, the writer needs to be mindful of the readers initial impressions, which may bias the actual work.
One wants the reader to get an essence of the subject without revealing the plot. To sip, but not to drink.
But what if the prologue is the work and the balance is the digestion of it.
Lurking beneath the benevolence that is my love, is my other love.
She bides her time in ready anticipation of her triumphant entrance, upon my loves moment of regression.
She has been active for many years now and has developed an appetite for the dark form of unbridled emotion. Her tongue is cutting and her demeanour savage, in all she is pure passion. This is my other love.
Miss Hyde need be worried. She need be scared. She in fact should be terrified, because my love will regress far too infrequently from herein and will not let her out to play.
On these rare occasions that she surfaces in all her savagery, she will meet me, the dark baron, full of concrete resolve to embrace and devour her. Until one day, when my love swallows her whole, embraces the raw passion and makes it her facet.
The first and foremost sensory kiss of early childhood, defines the benchmark of every kiss thereafter.
It is a kiss of sexual birth and spiritual fulfilment.
It is a kiss we seek throughout our lives. Whilst most never encounter it again, the lucky few revel in it’s infinite depth.
It’s hard typing into the white, when you don’t know to whom you speak, or their mood and inclination. I’m a firm believer that this world, is held together by human contact and interaction and not witty or cursive e-banter.
Completely involved in ones own journey. The flavours and aromas intoxicating your very perception, that you become unaware of the immediate surroundings, or the supporting cast of this predominantly, one man show.
With a friendly smile from a curios or interested passerby, a pressing stare from a soulmate waiting to be found or a gentle kiss from your child’s lips, a snap resonates within the cavernous void between your ears and you refocus on the life at hand, the present, the now, the here and all is sane again.