I looked across an ocean of tanned, half naked bodies stripped down in protest of the scorching heat. A multitude of well known, artists pumped their music over the crowd in waves that seemed visible as the throng ebbed and flowed to the rhythm. The children of the 60's had Woodstock and their children, in the 80's, had Live Aid; a concert given simultaneously in England and in Philadelphia, PA to raise funds for famine relief in Ethiopia. History was made as the day unfolded. Ozzi Osborne was conscious and on stage during daylight hours. Phil Collins performed at Wembley Stadium in England and then flew across the pond to perform here in the US. Tina Turner pranced, with legs right up to her neck, across the stage in a leather teddy, leaving Mick Jagger's famous mouth agape and speechless. Robert Plant and Jimmy Page mounted the stage for a semi-Led Zeppelin reunion. Madonna braved the scorching heat in a long sleeved Chinese silk coat in response to the nude photographs of her that had been released without her authorization. And all the Woodstock wannabe's speculated whether Bruce Springsteen would be the surprise mystery final act to close the whole shebang. As it turned out, Bob Dylan, child of the 60's himself, graced the stage for that performance.
Fold in Friends
I abandoned my seat and wandered around the complex listening to musical giants the likes of Eric Clapton, The Pretenders, and Teddy Pendergrass soaking up the atmosphere when I ran in to my friend Miki, one of several friends who had traveled with me from Massachusetts. We hugged each other in excitement and disbelief that we were actually there. We met new people from all over the country who felt the same electric sensation of being part of something so global. Global love. An across the ocean brother and sisterhood kind of love. Feed the hungry love. After some drifting, I lost Miki to the crowds again with a promise to meet back at our assigned seats later. Then fully surrendered myself to become part of the whole as I snaked through the crowds, looked at the people and wondered at the parade of musicians that ignited the stage: B.B. King, Santana, Tom Petty, Duran Duran and on and on.
Add Water
I was soaked from the hoses that were opened up to cool the cooking crowd that swelled to 90,000 strong. Cannabis could be smelled cooking somewhere too. The smell of youth, the call of music and the excitement of being a part of something so huge and altruistic made an intoxicating cocktail. A natural high.
Stir Vigorously
Caught up in the magic, a glimmer of intuition caught my attention. That feeling one experiences when they know they're being watched. I felt the pull of someone's attention and instinctively scanned the crowd expecting to find a familiar face within shouting distance but what I found instead was a pair of soft, brown eyes staring at me from about twenty yards away. Not such a great distance, but with sections, seats, and isles full of people, the expanse was a moving obstacle course. A great divide but this man held my gaze across the distance. We locked eyes and I searched my memory; I didn't recognize him. We stared some more and then he stepped down from the fence he was perched upon. I lost him in the crowd but could still see his brown bandana (how 60's) bobbing above the multitudes. He was coming toward me. I felt a surge of excitement and didn't know why. But I did know that I wanted to look into those eyes again. Intrigued, I waited to see where that bandana would reappear. Then, he was right in front of me. He'd found me again in the crowd. He stood about 5'11” shirtless, tanned and lovely. He could have been younger than me or older; but it didn't matter. I just enjoyed that we'd connected and he made the effort to find me - just me - in this crowd full of thousands of women and men. He saw me and sought me out.
Turn up Heat
I looked up at him and fell into those brown eyes. We stood about a foot apart and looked at each other saying nothing but feeling electric sparks of genuine attraction. I felt my mouth smile and he took a half a step closer to me. Then Brown Eyes leaned forward with the top half of his body and hesitated with his lips just inches from my own and waited as if to say, “Is this alright?” I lifted my head toward him ever so slightly in assent and he pressured a light, sweet, lip tingling kiss upon my mouth. This was the kind of kiss one has to say “upon my mouth” not just on my mouth or lips. The simple kiss lasted only 4-5 seconds; long enough to spark passion and short enough to be proper, and in that moment, 90,000 people around us disappeared while I tasted his breath. It was only we two in the whole world. He hadn't stolen this kiss, he'd asked permission and it had been granted. It was something not taken but shared. His naked chest never touched me but I felt it all the same. His hands never touched me. He never attempted to slip his tongue into the kiss. The only part of me that connected with him physically was my lips but the connection I felt with him was absolute.
As those 90 seconds in time clicked into the history of my life, I met a man, he sought me out, we shared mutual respect, and we searched each other's hearts and fell in love, shared passion...for a moment, then parted.
Lifetime of Enjoyment
It was not until years later as I reflected on the experience that I realized I had had the perfect relationship with this man. We fell in love at the right time and parted with mutual agreement that the time for our relationship was finished. He never lied to me or cheated on me. He was never late for a date he never forgot my birthday or disappointed me. And he didn't expect anything more of me than I was willing to give. There was no laundry involved. He never broke a promise. We never moved in together to “see how that goes” only to split the cassette collection later. An entire relationship was encapsulated in a moment without complications or heartbreak. No disillusionment in him passing gas, drinking too much or seeing his rumpled underwear on my floor. We experienced passion without ulterior motives, just for passion's sake.
I still think of my time with him fondly because the unspoiled moment was a gift with all the beauty of un-trampled snow. A kiss brimming with potential. An unmarred, sweet moment shared. A kiss for love's sake. Perfection.
唇上美好一瞬,回味甜蜜一生。款款宴席,冥冥眾生,遭遇愛,一生有你,不曾找尋。
魚龍混雜
抬眼望去,古銅色的半裸海洋里,宣泄著如火的激情。受人追捧的藝人們瘋狂地泵出音符,旋律像可以看見一樣,擊倒眾人隨著不停搖擺。60一輩有伍德斯托克(Woodstock),他們的孩子,80一輩有現場援助(Live Aid);同時在英格蘭和費城舉行的音樂會,正在為埃塞俄比亞饑荒救濟籌集資金。這一天結束時,歷史改寫了。歐茲奧斯本激情煥發,在臺上秀了一整天。菲爾柯林斯活躍在英格蘭溫布利大球場,然后飛越“水塘”來到這里——美利堅。提娜透納身著連衫褲在空中飛舞,越過整個舞臺,雙腿直至她的頸部,讓米克杰格的名嘴完全無語。羅伯特和吉米佩奇走上舞臺,為一個半主導的飛艇舉行團聚儀式。麥當娜冒著酷暑以中國絲綢長袖外套示人,以回應未經她授權的裸照門。所有伍德斯托克的擁蹙,都在期盼布魯斯史普林斯汀,是否是此次盛會的神秘壓軸嘉賓。如人所愿后,鮑伯迪倫,60年代的寵兒,為舞臺畫上圓滿句號。
世界一家
我離開座位,四處張望,迷失在混音中。音樂巨匠艾里克克萊普頓,妄求者,以及泰迪潘德格拉斯點燃了空氣,我沖向米琪——跟我一起從馬薩諸塞州來的朋友。我們瘋狂的抱在一起,懷疑自己是否真在那兒。這里可以見到來自整個美國的新面孔,他們感受著一樣的閃電,來自全世界的激情。全世界的愛。跨越重洋的兄弟姐妹的愛。戰勝饑餓的愛。跟米琪約好在我們訂的座位見后,我讓自己遺失在人群中。周圍的一切成了宏偉的一部分,我蜿蜒穿過人群,為點燃舞臺的音樂家所震撼:BB金,桑塔納,湯姆佩蒂,杜蘭杜蘭,等等等等。
火上澆水
我被冷卻沸騰人群的軟管澆了個濕透。還可以聞到大麻在某處燃燒。青春的味道,音樂的號召,成為宏大一部分的興奮和完全的忘我組成了一杯令人陶醉的雞尾酒。擋不住的HIGH。
激情點燃
難以置信地,一個念頭突然從腦海閃過。這種直覺只有在人們知道自己被人盯住時才會發生。我感受到注意的引力,本能地掃描人群,期待著在不遠處發現一個熟悉的面孔。我找到了一雙溫柔如水的棕褐雙眸,在20碼外的地方直直盯著我。人群分割了我們,但那個男人奪走了我的凝望。四目相鎖,我翻開記憶——沒有這個人。又對視了小會,他從休息的柵欄走下來。我丟失了他,幸好有大手帕在人群上飄動。他朝我來了。我內心頓時洶涌澎湃,并且不知從何而來。但我很清楚,我想念這樣的眼睛。我被挑逗起來,等著大手帕重現。接著,他出現在正前方。他在人群中再次找到了我。裸著上身,棕褐的膚色,長相可愛。也許比我年輕,也許大。不過那不重要。我很享受我們之間的聯系,他在努力找我——就只我,在成千上萬的男男女女中。他看見我,然后把我篩了出來。
持續火熱
我仰視著他,掉進了他的灰眸里。我們相距一英尺,互相凝望,什么也不說,只感受著吸引的電光火石。我感到嘴在微笑,他靠近了半步。灰眼睛隨著大半個身體前傾,唇角在離我幾英寸的地方遲疑等待,像在說:好了嗎?我朝他輕微地抬頭以示默許,他的唇湊了過來,輕輕的,甜蜜的,麻刺的吻。一般人會說那是在嘴里,而不只是在嘴上或者唇邊。它持續了四五秒,長到激情四濺,短到看起來很合理,在那一瞬,我品嘗著他的呼吸,周圍的90000人瞬間消失。這個世界只有兩個人。他沒有偷吻,他請求許可并得到通行證。不是奪取,而是分享。他赤裸的胸膛并沒有碰到我,但我感受到了它。他的手沒有碰我。他沒打算在吻我的時候動舌頭。我跟他的物理接觸只有嘴唇,而那是如此真切。
那90秒鐘在我的生命長河中滴答作響,我遇見一個人,他挑中了我,我們彼此分享了尊重,我們尋找彼此的心,墮入愛河,熱情如火。。。一小會,然后分別。
一輩子的享受
直到多年以后,我審視過去時,才意識到我跟那個男人擁有了完美的關系。我們在正確的時間愛慕,相互默許彼此聯系的結束。他沒有說謊也沒有欺騙。他從沒約會遲到沒有忘記我的生日或者讓我失望。比起我期望給予的,他沒有尋求更多。沒有臟衣服的困擾。也沒有違背承諾。我們沒有聚一起看事態如何發展,然后摔瓶子破罐。所有的聯系濃縮成一瞬,沒有復雜,沒有心碎。他沒有萬念俱灰,放毒氣,喝得爛醉或者在我的地板上找皺巴巴的內褲。我們享受激情,沒有更多的動機,唯有尋找激情本身。
我仍然天真地癡想著與他一起的時光,那未曾破壞的瞬間如上天的禮物,像未遭踐踏的冬雪,勝過人間所有美景。吻香漫溢。分享珍貴甜蜜的瞬間。尋找真愛之吻。完美。