ST VALENTINE’S CHRONICLES: Beauty, the Beast, and the enchanted mirror
FEBRUARY’S BIG 14TH: Fairy-tale chronicles…
Memoirs of a Quaint beast
Once upon a time within Cupid’s mist
Beauty reminiscent fled from a beast
Devoid of castles in lands far away
This mysterious maiden made her way
Spinning around the crowd till she found him
The prince with the crown in her last dream
Behold the memoirs of a quaint beast
How love found beauty and the beast
As tempted as I am to write something mean-spirited and condescending about the 14th of February, I realize that the world shifts on its axis for this annual festivity. As a result, I’ll avoid eviscerating and/or disembowelling the mood and live in the fantasy for a day...sure beats some of life’s bullshit reality hands down.
February the 14th… the one day in every year it’s socially acceptable to relive fairy tales. It’s when men feel like teenage boys again and when ladies become princesses. Popular for its effective seduction power, valentine’s exotic fragrance ensures an outbreak of alluring caresses, chocolate kisses, touching faces, invading spaces, speaking with bodies in hypnotic languages never to be forgotten. They say Rome wasn’t built in a day and yet, what a difference a day makes.
It’s said that we are all strapped to fortune’s wheel. Nowhere is this truer than the ever changing landscape of love. As one couple enjoys an up-swing, another is plunged downwards. But top or bottom… don’t get too comfortable because it’s a vicious cycle, fortune’s wheel. The one thing you can rely on is that the ‘big wheel’ will keep on turning. While most people think it’s our brains that controls our actions, Its often our hearts that get the biggest workouts, it can make us do the craziest of things but it can also make us take a chance on new adventures because when we open our hearts, we can explore a world of love and be pleasantly surprised by the people in our lives.
Love can definitely give you the sweetest taste of sin but isn’t that what makes it so beautiful? If the fairy-tale you read early on in this write-up is anything to go by, there’s no escaping the love you feel. Quit looking at the person and spend more time looking at the personality.
Ladies... it’s so easy to notice the beast within and take that to be all of the man but if you take a look at your beast through your fairy tale’s one and only enchanted mirror you so fondly call your heart, you’ll find your prince within your beast.
Men…Love’s not perfect. Women will forever fuss with over how they see the world through their heart’s enchanted mirror and as such, expect their happy-ever fairy tale, if only for a day. The style of her hair, the funny little way her nose wrinkles when she laughs, the way she stands in front of the mirror self-obsessed one minute and humble the next, the way her smell lingers long after she’s gone, the way she smiles, the way she sighs when you both kiss, even the way she feeds your sultry devil with her innocence (or lack thereof – evil smile-) as you possess her with your strength and love her with your passion, ravaging her emotions and destroying her control ... they’re all part of the things to be noticed if you get off your macho horse and you are up for it. Be proud of both the good and the bad that comes from your princess looking at life through that enchanted mirror…it’s her heart’s continued portrayal of you as her prince despite the beast that’s within that’s the heartbeat of your relationship. Admit it, she’s hell on wheels and you love the flash-fire torments she awakens from deep within your otherwise restrained self.
If anything, use Valentine’s Day to walk a mile in your partner’s shoes. As cliché as it is, you can never really know someone until you walk a mile in their shoes. As first it might not seem like the most natural fit but walk around in those shoes long enough and you’ll discover that you just might realize how lucky you are…and even better, you just might like being the one offering the pampering.
And for those eager to spend next valentine’s microwaving their psychological tragedy, have fun burning at the millionth degree. The 14th can be a day to show affection to someone else, candy-coat the fact that you are alone, or re-open old wounds. Come what may, never forget that the third option is self-massacre…and I’ve got your fairy tale bagged and ready to go:
Once upon a time within Cupid’s mist
Beauty reminiscent fled from a beast
Seeking revenge for love’s bleak beating
He set out tormenting the next best thing
And although firmly grounded with his feet
His enemies together marshalled his defeat
And with the beast finally vanquished
Most friends and family vanished
To lands far and near
Finding comfort in cupid’s very ear
In today’s world, it is important to remember that where most fairy-tales end, new ones begin.
“HAPPY FEBRUARY THE 14TH”
P.S: Unfortunately, I didn’t bring this piece to you on or before valentine 2012 and probably wouldn’t have if not for a diamond-in-the-rough that pushed my hands and heart to do so (Thanks Isys). But you gotta admit…if I had, it woulda sounded cliché, conventional, and downright predictable; and we wouldn’t want that now…would we? Besides…there’s something inexplicably cute about flashbacks that brings a smile to faces. Regardless of its timing however, my words still ring true; so whatever you decide to do… February 14th is just another year away.
So my ‘darlings’…
have flashbacks on reading this piece, let your hair down, pull out the stops, and enjoy the bloody day. It’s an emotionally convoluted 24-hour experience- reality’s orgasmic ice-cream with sticky chocolate fudge brownies …Enjoy it.
