Something More
Something More (for Marion, October 13, 2009) An older man with dark features And an older woman – long brown hair, Luminous eyes, blue like A cloudless autumn sky – Sit in an old wood bed together. As the audience, we are tired. They have been speaking to each other For many days now. We did not know For the price of admission The time spent would be weeks Here in this theater Where management has served us meals And brought hot towels Down the aisles And given us breaks for showers And toilet runs. The older man looks at the woman, Says, “This is amazing.” Slowly she smiles. The stage fades to black. We hear sheets rustle. The slow, sensual wet sound of lips On skin, whisper kisses, A quiet chuckle From the older woman’s throat. Then silence. We know this is the silence Of two lovers, The embrace Of what some call true love. But we also know now There is something more. There are just no words to describe it. -dcb © Copyright David Biddle, 2009