That Goddamn Bell
A brain locked into a world of letters and numbers
Concentrating on every meaning
Seeing nothing but what is before it
The mind wanders
Leaving the brain
It floats away, looking back
Seeing a face without emotion
Just pure logical thought
It drifts away
Looking for a sandy beach
A beautiful woman lying on smooth black sand
The setting sun shining warm on her skin
Beads of water glistening in the amber glow
There is a smile
Lips red, moist and inviting
Blowing the sweetest of kisses
The mind moves close enough to hear her breath
Swirling, twisting fantasies dance around
In the distance a bell rings
The sun fades
The beach is swept away
The kissing lips turn into nothingness
The phone rings again and a woman’s voice screams
Loud and piercing
Nearly painful…too painful to bear
“What time are you going to be home?’
Again the brain for all its structure
The mind with its freedom
Become one
And life goes on.
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2009
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