10. BITE ME ALREADY

"Take this longing from my tongue."
                     -- Leonard Cohen

     My personal Savior, True Love, and Draco bloodline relation, arrived in the form of the Québecois Archangel Michael (bearer of the blue flame, replete with invisible silver sword, shield, and fathomless wings). August 26, 1981. The Cure. Vancouver's Commodore Ballroom. Sufi-twirling to Robert Smith's wailing rendition of "The Forest", I sense the majestic aura of an old-growth tree, smiling down at me from upon high (6'6" to my 5'5", to be precise). Lifting my veil (I wore hats from the 1940s with veils), I'm captivated by the steel-blue eyes, and arched eyebrows, of an impeccably-dressed, extra-terrestrial, angelic alien (replicant of "the Thin White Duke"1). Long-wise in the Art of Seeing, he hypnotically penetrates my faerie reverie. As within a dream, he offers forth a glimmering, golden Grail.

     In Recognition of our Eminent Oneness, I whisper, "It's you!" Savoring my fill of the cool, clear light, I return the cup, as we bow in mutual courtly appreciation. He disappears in a twinkling, an apparition leaving burning punctuations in the air, piercing my jugular. His lingering Grace portends a feedback drone in my heart, reverberating, "When will I see you again? When will we share precious moments?"2 : an echoing interjection of the question mark tattoo, I fleetingly spied on his sleight of hand. Would he return to further interrogate my Inquisition? I didn't have long to wait for an answer...................

1 "The Thin White Duke", a persona of David Bowie, epitomized in the title track of his 1976 seminal album, Station to Station, described as "living on red peppers, cocaine, and milk", "ice masquerading as fire", "a mad aristocrat","an amoral zombie", and "an emotionless Aryan Superman".
2 The Three Degrees