the sugary smell of spring time...
we looked like giants, in the back of my grey subcompact. fumbling to make contact...
dove chocolates are my new religion. my new philosophy. like hakuna matata.
i like the freckles in your eyes.
i have a crush on simba. shhhhhhhh. don't tell ;-)
it was familiar to me, the smoke to thick to breathe.
the tiled floors glistened i slowly stirred my drink.
and when you started to sing you spoke with broken speech
that i could not understand and then you grabbed me tightly.
i won't let go. i won't let go. even if you say so oh no. i've tried. and tried with no results.
your eyelashes tinkled my neck with every nervous blink.
and it was perfect.... until the telephone started ringing ringing ringing off ringing ringing ringing off.
and in that moment. that moment when you feel your stomach churn and your breathe tense. your lungs contract. you short your breathe. your face, it flushes and your hands, they sweat. that moment. that infinitesimal and insignificant instance in the history of the universe. your life it stops. it's rooted deep in your body. it moves from the ground up like static electricity breaking the ground we live on. it's a second of excitement. a second of insecurity. a second of hesitancy and a second of innocent tension. the tissue in your brain fails to work. and you lose all ability to speak. that second. that one second. that one moment through which your life is taking you to free yourself from all inhibitions...
i'm waiting for that second.
