When Souls Collide part 1

It made absolutely no sense to her. Yet he seemed so damned determined, the light passive aggressive banter they shared was entertaining. She allowed it to swallow her time and as time passed it swallowed her attention.

At first glance they were polar opposites. He moderately educated and precisely trained. She minimally educated and nescient. Attractive, well kept and disciplined meet adorable, haphazard and ambitious. His discipline was an animus. Her ambition was as oxymoron, as was everything about her. So their first commonality was the distinction of propelling forces which they detested.

He listened intently to the comical twist of her daily life. It was always tainted with just enough sexual innuendo and enough common sense that he was convinced she knew something he did not. She was competent is all of her actions, a characteristic he admired greatly. He took freely from her stories and ponder them in their time apart. Frequently he found himself smiling and laughing out loud at the lewdness of her implications and the courage of her actions.

She challenged him, asking his opinion, trying his thoughts and making him feel the power of their possession. She found him honorable in his actions but never failed to leave him knowing she knew him. She knew that beyond the facade of rightness lay a boiling passion that no one had allowed him the privilege of unleashing. So she teased him, dreamed of teasing a little more to the surface each time they communicated. Yes, she dreamed of him. He troubled her ambition as if he had the power to halt the progression if he chose.

Both aware of something kismet growing between them still they mingled amidst a crowd just enhance the obstacles. Perhaps its was a cognizant effort than again it complimented their dance. It provided a curve, a bow, a turn to what otherwise would have stolen their breath and forced confrontation neither of them were prepared to face. Others became unknowing pawns in the exchange of what was to become an affair that shattered boundaries, crushed illusions and gratuitously defined the unelucidated.

She stepped across the threshold by teasingly inviting him to a secret she shared. A theory of connectionism; she boasted of the author and brilliantly expressed how the revelation had affected her life. She told him she felt it, believed he understood it. As he listened quietly to her exuberant, yet delicate ramblings his mind began to complete her thoughts. He leaned closer to absorb more than what she offered. When her words grew heavy in her throat he moistened them, lubricating with a completeness she had never known. Her hesitation made him chuckle. In the end a greater understanding of what was and the possibilities of what could be gifted them with a wordless possession. It’s tangible strength began to twine around minds, thoughts, feelings, hearts and actions.

He watched her. She could feel his dark measuring glare upon her even when time and distance separated them. Responsibilities and obligations remained but they no longer controlled either of them. The restriction that governed was a connection neither of them dared to acknowledge nor could they define. What was once an individual morphed into a consortium.

It was viable with a pulse so loud it annihilated all intrusions. Then she unexpectedly opened her casket and challenged him to look inside. He had no choice and that truth stirred him like nothing he had ever encountered. She boiled to an eruption to which he captured every drop. He slurped them deep into his soul. Her tears strangled him until his own soothed the hollow past. The depth of passion engulfed both of them, dragging them past the murk of questions into an abyss. In a moment of time he became her guardian.

jpp 2011