[fanfic] My One Night Stand
Author: hermonthis
Fandom: Before Sunrise/Before Sunset
Genre: poetry/romance
Summary: The song for best friends, the song for new strangers. The tunes of the young and the memory of the old. "I wanted to sleep with you the moment I got off that train." Celine/Jesse
A/N: Written in a flurry at bloody 11:30 pm because I can't sleep and a tv network just aired Before Sunrise two days ago. Damn, I love that film.
My One Night Stand
And this person makes you feel safe, and warm, and loved.
And he says, "Then we'll never have to say goodbye again."
The song for best friends, the song for new strangers,
the tunes of the young and the memory of the old
"I wanted to sleep with you the moment I got off that train."
Your voice is deeper, darker, more smoky
just like Nina Simone
just like your grandmother.
Just like the cigarette in your hand when you said you'd stopped smoking three days ago.
Like the noisy shutter of your boyfriend's camera as you fall into a pose you don't really want
Spontaneous shoot
Intentional distance
Overseas
Emotional breakdown in the taxi
and after the tears and the barbecue you feel as you've just been reborn
In New York
where you two should meet
less than nine years ago and the distance
from Point A to Point B, your natural fingernail
traced the line from Venice to France.
And he shows you the wallet of his wife and son
and you feel like a bad person because you don't feel as guilty as you should.
As you should
As he should
He should have found you earlier and you should have looked him up. (and now you're reading his book and having coffee and acting friends)
Should've exchanged phone numbers, addresses - something. Foolishness from trying not to be fools. So silly.
You should have been there at Christmas and he shouldn't have stood waiting
Fast-track railway
Faceless travelers
Witty conversation: a college-girl smile with a disenchanted young American.
Red wine and crystal glasses and a picnic under the stars
and the harpsichord player in the early morning light as he led you to a dance in the early morning street.
The play you missed,
the lips you kissed,
the name you remembered and wrote into a song.
Jesse.
Jesse.
Jesse.
From Celine.
Fandom: Before Sunrise/Before Sunset
Genre: poetry/romance
Summary: The song for best friends, the song for new strangers. The tunes of the young and the memory of the old. "I wanted to sleep with you the moment I got off that train." Celine/Jesse
A/N: Written in a flurry at bloody 11:30 pm because I can't sleep and a tv network just aired Before Sunrise two days ago. Damn, I love that film.
My One Night Stand
And this person makes you feel safe, and warm, and loved.
And he says, "Then we'll never have to say goodbye again."
The song for best friends, the song for new strangers,
the tunes of the young and the memory of the old
"I wanted to sleep with you the moment I got off that train."
Your voice is deeper, darker, more smoky
just like Nina Simone
just like your grandmother.
Just like the cigarette in your hand when you said you'd stopped smoking three days ago.
Like the noisy shutter of your boyfriend's camera as you fall into a pose you don't really want
Spontaneous shoot
Intentional distance
Overseas
Emotional breakdown in the taxi
and after the tears and the barbecue you feel as you've just been reborn
In New York
where you two should meet
less than nine years ago and the distance
from Point A to Point B, your natural fingernail
traced the line from Venice to France.
And he shows you the wallet of his wife and son
and you feel like a bad person because you don't feel as guilty as you should.
As you should
As he should
He should have found you earlier and you should have looked him up. (and now you're reading his book and having coffee and acting friends)
Should've exchanged phone numbers, addresses - something. Foolishness from trying not to be fools. So silly.
You should have been there at Christmas and he shouldn't have stood waiting
Fast-track railway
Faceless travelers
Witty conversation: a college-girl smile with a disenchanted young American.
Red wine and crystal glasses and a picnic under the stars
and the harpsichord player in the early morning light as he led you to a dance in the early morning street.
The play you missed,
the lips you kissed,
the name you remembered and wrote into a song.
Jesse.
Jesse.
Jesse.
From Celine.