Wednesday, November 15, 2017
There's a dark night in my mind which I often think of, a silent still night.
You and I are seated under a tree on a bench in the park I love so much.
You ask me for a kiss in the darkness and I laughed out loud, wondering who asks a woman for a kiss anymore..
A gentleman perhaps.
You probably couldn't tell but I'm blushing and a bit speechless.
None of which I'm accustomed to.
And I guess it's funny, because you didn't kiss me there anyway..
I thought the story would be incomplete.. The story of our kiss would remain without an ending.
I wonder when you had decided that you weren't going home without sharing the breath in my lungs.
And then you pulled up on the side of a road leaning into me, our lips met cautiously at first and then freely, hungrily.
You didn't want to go home without more of me and so I took you to a personal place.
A haunted dark place I used to roam around in as a young girl.
I feel your hand go around my neck and this time I'm the one leaning into you.
The tips of our fingers meet and we hold hands as we kiss deeper than before, longer than before.
I can taste the smoke in your lungs and something calms down inside the raging seas of my soul.
You drive me home and I leave your car slightly dizzy, happy and at ease.
I suppose this is what a good day should be like.
I made it through the different phases of my life by
changing my face as many times as I needed to.
I suppose the only good thing about being able to switch faces
and personalities is that it helps you survive,
otherwise I'd love nothing except just to exist as I am.
The world unfortunately doesn't allow something so simple.