Writings from 11/02 to 3/05. |
12/6/02 Getting you out of your shell was always a challenge. Since when do you set dates? Guess it's easier to arrange. Let's have a few drinks and get reacclimated with each other. Let's have a few drinks and reincarnate with each other. I go back to your house, not a minute too early. You want to show me your furniture; your appartment's so girly. Then we start to tussle like we did when we were young. On the floor I smell your advances and finally I succumb. We never got so far when we were much closer. When all was said and done you said, "let's talk about this when we're sober." I laid awake not knowing what to think. You fell asleep and I hoped your dreams were like your drinks. Concern was shoved in the corner next to our clothes and my obvious instincts, but who knows what you hold? You rose early, seemingly awake. My eyes, red with amazement, look like I haven't slept in days. But that night was my dream. A life finally complete. One night alone with you, accomplishing my sweet... As I made breakfast you remarked your hangover. I smiled and kissed your forehead when you said "let's talk about this when we're sober." Yeah, I agreed half-heartedly... when we're sober... |