Pourman's Library

Scott Lance

A beautiful figure appears on the stage, a spotlight directed around her - only around her. Music is heard from the orchestra, unseen, with brass, strings, and a voice - a soft voice. A breeze surrounds the young man watching, smiling, now thinking. He thinks of what ifs, where's, and why's. This lady, in my dreams for as long as I can remember, could never be mine, but now......... she dances. Are we sharing the same dream?

Touching an electric fence and meeting a climatic point gives you the same sensation; a light tingling feeling throughout your body, an alarming, awakening, mild explosion coming from the flesh, within the flesh.

A young man follows his instincts through a quaint little house located on the edge of a small town. His feet barely lift from the floor as he takes one step at a time with a gentle pace. He turns to his right and notices a sharp light from beneath a door - the room at the end of the hallway and to the left, "her bedroom....."

Holding tightly to the flesh We play each other's hand.
Holding tightly to the flesh
Doing because we can.
Melting with each other's touch
We become as one.
Melting with each other's touch
Into our own one sun.
Fingers clawing at our need
We become spell-bounded.
Fingers pressing at our need
We become well-rounded.
Hold me close
Close into me.
Hold me close
As one we will be.
Love me strong
Let me feel your pain.
'tis right, not wrong
Allow the sky to rain.
Power Between Us

Light My Fire within a Purple Haze and together; just like Me and Bobby McGhee, we shall become Riders