Tuesday, August 25, 2009

A Series of Hypothetical Questions

These questions are intended to be completely random and are in no way meant to imply any similarity to any fictitious characters or actual person(s) living or dead. Rather, this is simply offered as a thought-provoking exercise aimed at stimulating potential dialogue. With that in mind, I pose the following questions:

What if there were a girl with eyes that sparkled like jeweled mischief?

What if her embrace were a trap? A giant Chinese finger puzzle made of warm silk and laced with opium so enticing that it becomes the only thing that you desire.

What if the curves of her body made your eyes race? A seductive highway that never ceased to thrill. Tracing the divinely engineered image of those twists and turns would make your heart rev and your stomach soar. The beauty of its danger would melt your brain and lay down a challenge to your mettle. Do you really think you’re man enough to drive that?

What if her smile were like dynamite? Explosive and powerful enough to crack the cold granite of your soul and leave a Crazy Horse pointing toward wild bliss.

What if her heart danced with infectious pleasure for each small joy in life?

What if she told stories that went on forever?

What if she sang all day?

What if she tripped and fell down with great frequency and awkward grace?

What if she told you the same story that went on forever again?

What if you shook your head and rolled your eyes so much that you developed repetitive stress disorder?

What if she cooked pasta sauce that drew a long line into one of the happier parts of your memory and left your taste buds singing Dean Martin songs?

And what if she were also a killer at Trivial Pursuit?

And because of this every time she was around your stoic mask would yield to a boyish or possibly devilish grin.

What if she had a soul that wanted to lift you up to heaven on high? To save you forever in perfect love. To protect you from falling into the folly of your own sins. And held your hand along a secret path to God that only angels and martyred virgin saints are supposed to know about.

What if she knew that your favorite thing to do in New york City is to shop for records in the Village? Even though you yourself had lost that data in a file sent to deep storage, and when pressed could not answer until she reminded.

What if there really were such a girl? And what if she loved you?



erin said...

Beautiful! Great Post.

SkylersDad said...

Hypothetically? I would say that the guy is one lucky man.

SkylersDad said...

"Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow."
— Khalil Gibran (The Prophet)

Flannery Alden said...

Sigh...if only it weren't hypothetical.

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Red said...

EG, not only do you have a poet's soul, but you're man enough to drive that crazy. Hypothetically.

Evil Genius * 10^5 said...

I am the PRINCE of hopeless poets (and the devil in disguise.)

BTW, Red - your eyes "radiate with secret desires" more than "sparkle with jeweled mischief."

Though this is all hypothetical.

Doc said...

"What if there really were such a girl? And what if she loved you?"

Thanks, but I've already got one: Flannery, and she's coming home from Kentucky today!

Great post, as always.


lulu said...

I think that Red is a very lucky girl.