In bed...
Feel the embrace of the cold sheets
“Sweet dreams, pumpkin.”
He "Grunts" in the dark
Pull the bedclothes close,
touch my neck, touch my face.
“Kisses and hugs.”
"Grunt"... softly in the dark.
Our hands find each other
“Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
"Grunt, grunt."
The dark is comforting, bracing, touching.
Listen for his first snore in the dark.
Wait for it.
Expect it.
Love it.
The cold air dances on my face.
I sink into sleep.
Eventually, everything goes away
Everything's time comes
All over, it is all over, done with
And pretty soon, nobody remembers,
Nobody cares.
(that’s how important you are)
It is late in the year, it is September
and your 15 minutes of fame
is, well, just about done,
many new lives have begun.
Step out of the way
(it is just easier that way)
How quickly'th the years doth slipest away'eth.
Vun dus just look away for a minuet
and it is many years hence
goeth quietly, your time is spent.
"You feel lucky, pal?"
"Lucky enough."
"You feel lucky enough to get to me, before I get to you?"
"Protect your manliness, as you know I'm coming for that first."
"Suck my cock!"
"Nah, you got it all wrong. It's you who'll be doing the sucking."
"So, you are feeling lucky."
You lie there, so serene,
you have no idea
what is going on, in my mind.
Feverish, I'd call it,
right next to you, so quiet.
My limbs buzz
as my hand hovers over you,
trying to decide, which part
of you to touch first.
His eyes were beautiful. Big. Brown. White. Innocence,
but smart behind the veneer of a stranger.
He smiled. Nodded his head. Looked up and down.
Looked as though he purred like a kitten.
It was only me, in his view, saying excuse me.
His eyes sparkled. I could feel mine sparkle too.
Momentary lapse in the space time continuum.
Is it love, thought he?
It is love? thought I.
He spun around, our eyes stayed connected;
the crowd ate us up from both different directions. Consumed us.
The music thumped. The lights flashed.
I never saw him again.
