All At Once

All At Once – Iroquois Studios (February/March 2014)

The Song

I’ve always loved the conversation about love and peccadilloes from Good Will Hunting.

pec·ca·dil·lo (pekəˈdilō/)
noun
plural noun: peccadilloes
1. a small, relatively unimportant offense or sin.

Robin Williams’ character Sean talks about discovering the intimacies of a person that one can only find in an openness that begins with vulnerability.  It is love, but is the love that goes unwritten, unarticulated, because it begins and ends between two people.

When I met Wendy there was something about her which made me want to tell my stories; listen to her stories; never stop telling stories.  We walked a lot in those days, talking, and telling stories.  In hindsight, we were building a bridge that eventually brought us past the walls of security arrived at form insecurity, and making ourselves slowly vulnerable.   We were providing glimpses into our catalogue of peccadillos and practicing the art of reading body language, reading faces, reading behind appearances.

“People call these things imperfections, but they’re not, aw, that’s the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let in to our weird little worlds.” (italics mine)

That line has always moved me.   I always hoped that I’d meet a person that would provide a place for me in their lives, and would let me provide them a place too.  I longed for that.

I found it in Wendy.  I’ve been blushing and smiling ever since.

Lyrics

We’re still uncomfortable
in our skin, and the place
goosebumps
touch in between.
 
Our touch, tentative,
still hesitates;
reaching out, eyes closed,
like the first time.
 
And we blush.
And we smile.
Embrace vulnerable.
Comforted in our join skin,
all at once.
 
Recall your lips;
beneath street light, we kiss;
electric storm
in the distance.
 
In our embrace
we shake;
love shivers
through our veins.
 
And we blush.
And we smile.
Embrace vulnerable.
Comforted in our join skin,
all at once.
 
And we’ll never be
perfectly
matched.
And for that
we’re perfect.
 
We’re still uncomfortable
in our skin, and the place
goosebumps
touch in between.
 
 
 

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