the later it gets the more obvious it all becomes and I play dumb while I drown the urge to run. I should have gone home hours ago, but you are here and the world is not any longer and I am floating, flying, all the while pretending not to see:
the flying, of course, made the fall inevitable.
right off the bat the embrace lasts one beat too many. I try to pull away and for once you are the one holding on. funny how one stupid gesture can tell the whole story before it happens. better than a picture; better than a thousand words.
the obstacles are cursory, like photo of a wall that looks large and insurmountable until you realize it's made of legos. the hand at the edge of the frame gives the scale away. it collapses with absurd ease while I hold tight to my secret: I built the damn thing; I knew all along what it was made of.
the crowd is dwindling and I am holding my breath; not daring to hope, to expect. inhale, exhale, become dizzy and agreeable. one chair is enough for two bodies when they're the only bodies in the world and I have never, ever, been able to resist an opportunity to tangle my fingers in your hair.
you give in gracefully and I try to ignore the muted voice screaming at me to slow down! think things through! tonight, your breath in my ear and your whispered endearments and the sound of my own heart hammering are just loud enough to drown it all out.
the rest is predictable - all clumsy kisses and slurred, simple sentiments; all entangled extremities and familiar friction.
fade out, tune back in as the sun is coming through the windows. you, all guilt and wide, serious eyes; me, all ego struggling to catch up with consciousness. bliss gives way to weary resignation as awareness dawns with the day.
I saw this coming. I should have seen this coming.
the flying, of course, made the fall inevitable.
right off the bat the embrace lasts one beat too many. I try to pull away and for once you are the one holding on. funny how one stupid gesture can tell the whole story before it happens. better than a picture; better than a thousand words.
the obstacles are cursory, like photo of a wall that looks large and insurmountable until you realize it's made of legos. the hand at the edge of the frame gives the scale away. it collapses with absurd ease while I hold tight to my secret: I built the damn thing; I knew all along what it was made of.
the crowd is dwindling and I am holding my breath; not daring to hope, to expect. inhale, exhale, become dizzy and agreeable. one chair is enough for two bodies when they're the only bodies in the world and I have never, ever, been able to resist an opportunity to tangle my fingers in your hair.
you give in gracefully and I try to ignore the muted voice screaming at me to slow down! think things through! tonight, your breath in my ear and your whispered endearments and the sound of my own heart hammering are just loud enough to drown it all out.
the rest is predictable - all clumsy kisses and slurred, simple sentiments; all entangled extremities and familiar friction.
fade out, tune back in as the sun is coming through the windows. you, all guilt and wide, serious eyes; me, all ego struggling to catch up with consciousness. bliss gives way to weary resignation as awareness dawns with the day.
I saw this coming. I should have seen this coming.
