The Beginning

It was a beginning

As in – ‘was the word, and the word was…’ etc

Yes it was a beginning

A beginning like no other

Yet, sharing the same common denominator as every other:

A touch

A glance

A smile

A lusty gaze resting too long on the…ah…

Healthy, rotund back portions of a 

FINE BLACK SPECIMEN

-Ahem-

I digress,

Where was I?

The beginning, yes.

This beginning makes one wax poetic

Words like diamonds and moonlight and cascading waves of love and sensuality

Pepper ones rhetoric.

Fills you with that bright shinny newness

Bubbling effervescence

Chirping birds and fresh morning air

A different 
Sparkling 
Freshness.

Indeed it was a beginning

A real beginning

The beginning’s beginning

Not the beginning of an ending

And you know what?

That beginning would make you want to do some dancing in the moonlight

The nude kind

You know what I mean right

No!
I'm not speaking to you there with the gutter mind

No!

Such sweet sorrow has no place here you know

Because here between you and me there is no parting

Just that sweet vibrant singing…

Of the beginning

Glen Toussaint 2010©