something changed out the lid

changed itperhaps  to the familiarthe less-threatening  no clouds  nothing but blue skies coming my way

there wasnt a cloud in the skynot a single curl or waft 

blue    blue       bluer skies

                         surrounded by blue skies in every fuckin direction it was  BLUE   it was disorienting(it reminded him of diving off a sailboat at an actresss behest into the brilliant pearlyblue caldera off Santorini in the Aegean Sea an having to follow his bubbles updistinguishing up from downwhere the surface an his breath could be found)  saving a barebreasted maiden from drowning was unexpected  an enticing   then the absinthethe disco in a cave  insane   he just wished he had some hashish to join Baudelaire I have felt the wings of madness flutter above my head   instead  an insanely beautiful Greekrocked out of her gourd straddled himlifted her blouseheld her breastsrubbed them against his face he suckled her he supposedhe didnt understand her language but she didnt pull away when he sought her deepbrown erect nipples she gyrated on his lap feeling his hardon against her groinperhaps her clit it was a breathlessthen a heavingbreath encounter he came to their grindingshe shuddered maybe she did or maybe she didnt she may have been a good actress but he unseated hertook her to the edge of the throbbing dance floor in a dark corner she took him in her mouth he marveled at her beautyher wide eyes her awareness of his awareness  he bought her a drink to cleanse her palate they laughedtoasting in different languages she wandered back onto the writhinglaserlit dance floor          

somethings are unforgettable when youre rocked

reflective blue skies can be like that if you pay attention          

1157,  Saturday,  18 11. 17

Doris Day  Blue Skies  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K01YNsa_8m8