The Radio Dept: “David”
David’s lover, or would-be lover, is a peacock. Plumage fully open, David’s lover walks towards him on a beach, the sun skittering behind his head as he sways. David is lying on the sand, unaware, dazed, stoned, his toned and tanned muscles softly flexing from slight movements. David turns and slowly looks up at his would-be lover, want to be lover.
Oh David won’t you look into my eyes
The lover has spent 20 years asleep with this feeling. David has been lost inside that feeling for the same amount of time. For David’s lover it must be now. All of it now. The sun is catching iridescent edges of the lover’s feathers. Is this enough for David to become comfortable with that feeling? All the turned heads, the stained beds. Does David even want love? Perhaps the lover doesn’t want love either. Maybe just to be noticed, to be seen by a crush in his full splendor, for those seconds in the perfect sun on a quiet beach. For David to acknowledge that feeling inside that will never go away. Maybe the lover can set David fully free.
Oh David won’t you look into my ...
The lover pleads once more. David reaches up for the hands of the lover, pulls him down to the sand and curls his arms around him, pulling him close. The rest is from 2:50 on, all warm sun and harps and xylophone, pure endorphins and minds slowly spinning from happiness and acceptance. For the last 44 seconds David is David and lover is freedom.
