Maya Valentine-Scene One Act One
MAYA.
stand in the park and leans on a tree.
Where is my heart I wonder,
I look at these emptying streets and I wonder through them.
MAYA Cont’d.
Greets a passer-by.
Hello.
PASSER-BY.
Looks at her but he didn’t answer.
MAYA.
Will my heart be in the hand of a stranger?
JOSH.
He answers from behind and jumps right in front of her.
I can be the stranger that you know;
But I am not from out o’ town or wear a metal look or black gown.
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MAYA.
Happily cheers, turns and faces Josh.
O josh, thank goodness you are here.
Come quickly. It’s valentine.
JOSH.
She pulls him away.
I know what today is.
MAYA.
O if his hands hold fiery thorns,
I will bear the pain of his hold and touch,
And die being held by the violent hands of my love.
JOSH.
What horrid picture you paint of your love.
MAYA.
Open a dwarf iron bar gate and both enter the park.
O I wished for good dreams to come true,
But I heard bad dreams happen without your asking.
MAYA.
Show him a sit for two in the park.
Look at this spot, some people do spend their whole life together.
O let not traffic green let him stand here
When I’m an inch away or near.
O let no red stop him when a green unites our meeting here.
The web of fate be well spurn and strung, not broken.
JOSH.
Happily follows her as she drags him to a chair in the park.
I see it, its perfect!
It is a fragile thing the web of fate,
The wind will blow and the strings bridge into another destiny.
MAYA.
O’ do not speak of a grim fate.
Then I must be erratic in my stay,
That he may find me in my being lost.
MAYA cont’d.
Join her hands together,
Look at the sky as though praying.
O fate, how do I measure you and have your weigh?
It is too small what I carry.
JOSH.
Holds her left hand and she pulls
But didn’t let go and lingering and swinging.
Little is all you need Maya. Rest you in your query.
MAYA.
Jumps around holding trees and behind him continue.
O fate give me a ring let’s be married.
As your wife perform adultery and unite with my love.
My blood drips I will last the love
Until I am all drained and faintly pass with joy.
MAYA.
O you know my fantasy as a child Josh.
O you know my real in my dream now that I am a woman.
JOSH.
How did such thoughts creep into your mind?
Your mind of only beautiful places, is this madness?
JOSH cont’d
This is not true, until this stranger does not come,
Then I will call it madness.
MAYA.
O josh, heaven turns a barren wasteland if drained of love.
I am mad, true mad in love.
JOSH.
Bad dreams are the real waking of the eyes
But good dreams are the quiet seas in a storm.
JOSH cont’d.
All I can feign, I can never feign love Maya.
All my aim, I can never maim your love.
MAYA.
The light flashes and a face passed.
O I wish it was you o dream lover.
The flickering lights, it flutters like the tongues of liars.
What ever they say satisfy.
JOSH.
I speak the truth. You love to love lie in this day?
MAYA.
In this passing day I do not need the truth; give me lies as gifts.
JOSH.
O your love? He is hiding, I know in today,
Hiding behind the red clothes.
Wait until tomorrow, you will see him,
You will see him in plain sight.
JOSH cont’d
In their fake parade of love in red mocking suit.
They mock my eyes. They mock my lonely love.
Look at them, half worthy of the image he painted.
MAYA cont’d
My heart is where my love is, where my love stay is where I do not know.
Should I find my heart and forget my love, then I would have betrayed today’s ritual.
JOSH.
What ritual is it o Maya, wearing red suit and chasing love that soon vanishes?
O we two will pretend to this love, only for a day.
MAYA.
The ritual of one meeting one and the two in sweet love stay together. Enter the lands that we do not know.
MAYA cont’d.
My mind wonders still alone in the company of many men.
I am here to be stolen and all have turned away from crime of love.
O come who ever you are, risk my heart.
JOSH.
Here all is red who wears clothe in their beauties,
All is red who do not know blood. Is it the blood of the broken hearts they murk?
It must be the rage of one man’s love, to accomplish so much celebration from a simple act.
O love is an art, and he held the brushes by its tip and painted it well.
MAYA.
Love is twisted in the hair blonde curl of wavy braids.
Or in the romantic rush that quenches under the sheets.
JOSH.
I submit. I agree with you. Set your sights and I too, my eyes we shall on this quest find this love together you and I Maya.
MAYA.
Points at a bar as they exit the park in a sad mood.
Soon it is nightfall.
O I know we should look in the bar, maybe love is having a drink there sitting all alone.
JOSH.
She jumps around again with hope.
I think love is not a wayward drunker, certainly not alone. Only lust will fill your desire’s bunker
MAYA.
Or maybe if we take a corner, love is standing on a right turn.
JOSH.
And when it is not on a left turn we will believe it is still near?
MAYA.
O’ maybe love is hiding in that tent, the diviner’s tent.
JOSH.
Love by itself is more magic than magic of a witch and a crystal ball.
MAYA.
Tire from walking, sits on the pavement.
Then where is it? It does exist. We must look still.
JOSH.
Holds her hands, takes her up.
O we must not grow weary from looking.
MAYA.
Stand and points at the park.
We should retrace our step to where we came.
JOSH.
Holds her arm and heads back to the park.
We are here Maya, please sit. Your love is not coming.
MAYA.
Looks into his eyes with her head on his shoulder.
But he is a stranger, he is coming.
Just for today and if he chooses to live in the morning I won’t worry.
JOSH.
Looks at her face drowning with pity.
O Maya, strangers are never here. They are always coming.
MAYA.
Touches his hands caressingly.
Friends are too real, real things hurts and they stay forever
In our heart as their real love hurts too forever.
JOSH.
Holds her hands and warms up to her.
Then I will not stay in your heart, I will kiss you and say goodbye.
MAYA.
Holds his hands too and breath fast with her heart thumping.
Kiss me Josh. Be my stranger.
A kiss upon my lips and the gigantic moon behind us.
How can we be wrong when we have the light behind us?
Your caressing hands that curls on my waist.
Of wet eyes that glitter with water
And the lottery of hands winning my breast.
(They made sweet love)
IN THE MORNING.
Maya woke up in the park alone
Covered with Josh’s clothe look on the chair and found a note.
“Its sunrise and I am gone, I am the stranger you met in the park, I kissed your lips and said goodbye to your heart forever. I am your friend who does not hurt and who you do not love, and I will always be here.
Sweet stranger....
MAYA.
Bursts into tears and cries on.
O Josh, you were in love with me
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