Inspired By: Morning Fire
'Inspired By' is a series of writings based on songs from various genres and eras. The writings explore the potential backstories and imagined events derived from the lyrics or musical arrangements.
This piece was inspired by the formations of relationships; the bliss of it all and the uncertainty that awaits in the ‘Being Together’. The songs are included below.
A soft, swirling wind graced the heights of trees, causing the leaves to sway in honor of its presence. Those leaves too weak to hold steady at the command of the breeze separated from their branches and fell to the moist grass, leaving an added layer of greenery. Blue Jays swiftly flew from branch to branch or across the backyard from the fence to the clothesline, even perching on the roof of the house, while the syncopated whistle of a bob white remained high within the interior branches of an oak tree. The crickets were wrapping up their nightly choral performance as the first traces of sunlight ascended.
Sturdy clothespins kept canary yellow bed sheets in place on the line as the breeze pushed the flowing parts towards the sky. The small, peaceful backyard of the wooden frame house contained a white, wrought iron patio set, complete with a large umbrella hoisted from the middle of the circular table and four chairs. Two of the chairs were beginning to show signs of wear and tear while the rest of the patio set dulled in appearance. It had been there for some years, and perhaps could stand replacing if desired, but it could last for a bit longer as well. The patio set was under a large willow tree that shielded the southern sun on the hottest of days and gave the whoevers sitting there a breath of fresh air and respite. An air of sweetness filled the backyard. The peace of it resembled the house, whose trimming had recently received a fresh coat of paint. One of the two windows at the back of the house looked out over the yard. The window was opened partially and this same morning breeze nudged at the ocean blue curtains that framed the window of the room.
Inside this room, two lovers blended under covers of the same color as the curtains, naked and smelling like each other. His body curved around hers as she pushed more of herself into his embrace. An indigo jumpsuit, silver heels, blue lace panties, blue lace bra, black boxer briefs, t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a fitted baseball cap were strewn around the room. The comforter and blanket were halfway on the floor, while the rest was in a clump on his side of the bed. The fitted sheet on the queen sized bed was a-loose on the upper corner of her side, exposing the light blue mattress underneath. Their sleep possessed them and the only sound of the room was the rise and fall of their breathing, which was nearly in sync.
It had been a long night full of a lengthy conversation about expectations and shared desires. Within the intimate negotiations, the urge to seal their agreements through touches and moans took over. So, here they lay. It’s not immediately clear if either one of them are satisfied with the terms of their coming together and being together. Who needs to care about whether or not they’ll be able to settle issues of jealousy or the insecurities of being abandoned like other lovers have done? What does it matter if down the road, the two of them lose their ability to communicate with love as the guiding force? Why do they need to determine what will be the fate of their relationship once his ex has called his new woman to find out why she is the new woman? What will he do once she says she doesn’t feel loved anymore? What will she do when he withdraws from her because she uses her strength against him, refusing to give in as now their union is a power struggle? What will he do when she flares in anger because he simply forgot to be there? Why is it necessary to determine such things while the skin and intertwined limbs of their bodies dance in erotic harmony? In this moment, it’s the feeling good that needs its time.
So while the song of morning reaches its crescendo, let’s allow these two lovers to awaken to the presence of each other. Their smiles are assurance enough that maybe their love is strong enough to manage all the hills and valleys. Together, they may evolve to the greatest heights of a love that’s pure and withstanding. Then again, perhaps they will falter, fall, fuck up, and fail. Regardless of the outcome, the medicine of this morning has been coded as a memory of a lifetime.
Song of Inspiration #1
Song of Inspiration #2
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