* SINGLE SPOTLIGHT * ~ By Absolutely*Kate of Harbinger*33

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SINGLE SPOTLIGHT
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  ALA ~ 
ABSOLUTELY*KATE

"You're On!"

"But I'm nervous -- I'm frightened -- I'm unsure ~ what if they hate me -- what if they don't get me -- what if I stumble or falter or trip or get caught up in --- ", was never fully stage-whispered out . . . since the swift sensation of HIS lips crushed her imagined calamity backstage, slamming a cymbalic crescendo of silence . . . damning all doubt. 

Crescendos center-staged while time stopped, the orchestra started out in the key of C, stagehands cleared imperative scratchy throats and memories played strong and long, mezzo forte ~ memories of last night, of last year, of decades hence, of sheets that twisted feelings no longer resisted, of eyes which blazed and sighs that enchanted where tantalizing touches languished on honeysuckled skin, and of secrets that tasted how Forever must taste (kinda butterscotchy), all surged further in, in, IN to the notable light which ignites the darkness of two morphing as one, so that all which is seen is the inner soul of its other, and who even knows where one began the beguine and the other refrained? 

When a kiss is not just a kiss but the peace, promise and persistence of being where you've been and going where you're going and knowing without showing that a far greater presence permeates mere day-to-day to all possibilities having their potential sway . . . that's when you hear, loud and clear, past the rising roar of any audienced cheer, "I believe in you." 

BUT THE SHOW MUST GO ON . . . and with a hustled rush and rustle to her shimmering silks, she was push-glided through the imperceptible slit where velvet curtains give way to wonders of a wide waiting world . . . where her step did not falter, her smile did not waver (though her lipstick was clearly smeared), where her tone did not tip or tumult as she and the glisten of trademark sequins found their mark, confident out of shadowed darkness to the circle glow of an ongoing single spot and there ~ octogenarian Genevieve Grace accepted her lifetime achievement award,  simultaneously marveling how synergy and symbolism attunes . . . as she belted out her tune, to the proud packed house in hometown Peoria: 
 

"Oh my man . . . 

I love him so . . .

he'll never know . . ."

Oh, but he  . . . did. 

(c) 2010 ~ Author Absolutely*Kate

Absolutely*Kate believes in believers and all the powers which love projects . . . and protects. She's proud to call AT THE BIJOU a hearty well-lit home to welcome in wit, grand talent and spirit. Kate's currently navigating reader'ship seas with HARBINGER*33, heralding 33 authors' greatness . . . in furthering destinies. Four more books are in the harbour and the horizon holds no limits. Naturally, she wishes you "Fair Winds, Favourable Seas . . . and Happy Lovin' Valentines' Day!"

The sentiments of

this 'peace'

  are dedi*kated

to the one I love,

to Prof/Matt ...

~ from 

Kate/Katrina,

absolutely